ONCE we read Tennyson aloud <br />In our great fireside chair; <br />Between the lines my lips could touch <br />Her April-scented hair. <br /> <br />How very fond I was, to think <br />The printed poems fair, <br />When close within my arms I held <br />A living lyric there!<br /><br />Christopher Morley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reading-aloud/
