
You From my window I glimpse the sea. From the shore I closer be. Imagination carries me across. ‘Tis but You, I long to see. . . . j from the Childhood Remedy and Other Such collection
You From my window I glimpse the sea. From the shore I closer be. Imagination carries me across. ‘Tis but You, I long to see. . . . j from the Childhood Remedy and Other Such collection