...The Swimmer...

Radio Record, Volume VI, Issue 24, 23 December 1932, Unnumbered Page

...The Swimmer...

Does not each river cry us unknown nanie, In triumph, in defiance, in despair? No throat alike, no water voice the same " As its far fellow’s . . . still, the word is there! Is it not more than shrouds in darkness flowing? . Thair cloakings that a hurried shoulder’s flinging, — . ‘ Embroidered in the midnight of its swift and spumey going Enchanted into silence by the splendour of its singing? Oh, aboriginal voice by shallows broken. . . Clear call around a bend, long undiscovered, Feroic name, ynwritten and unspoken, . Dark lip by sedge and starry ¢cresses covered! Does not each river cry its unknown name? leeds, water shaken, falter it, but still Their stanuners tie our tongues. We cannot frame — The word cried by the swiuuner from the hills.

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