I never shall join its flight,
For, nought buoys flesh in air.
If it touch the sea—good night!
Death sure and swift waits there.
—From Browning's "Amphibian."
By Yeend King
I never shall join its flight,
For, nought buoys flesh in air.
If it touch the sea—good night!
Death sure and swift waits there.
—From Browning's "Amphibian."
By Yeend King