Christopher Morley

(5 May 1890 – 28 March 1957 / Haverford, Pennslyvania)

Reading Aloud - Poem by Christopher Morley

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ONCE we read Tennyson aloud
In our great fireside chair;
Between the lines my lips could touch
Her April-scented hair.

How very fond I was, to think
The printed poems fair,
When close within my arms I held
A living lyric there!


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010



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