RETROSPECT

Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 37, 30 March 1928, Page 6

RETROSPECT

Grey sky. brown water, as a bird that ‘flies, My heart jlits forth from these, Back to the winter rose of northern skies, Back to the northern seas. And I remember me how twain were one, Beside that ocean dim, I count the hours passed over since the Sun, That lights me looked on him. And dreaming of the voice that, save in slecp, Shall greet me not agaist, Far, far below I hear the Channel sweep, And all his waves complain, |

Andrew

Lang