The Marble-Streeted Town
I reach the marble-streeted town, Whose "Sound" outbreathes its air Of sharp sea-salts; I see the movement up and down As when she was there. Ships of all countries come and go, The bandsmen boom in the sun A throbbing waltz; The schoolgirls laugh along the Hoe As when she was one. I move away as the music rolls: The place seems not to mind That she of old The brightest of its native souls - Left it behind! Over this green aforedays she On light treads went and came, Yea, times untold; Yet none here knows her history - Has heard her name. PLYMOUTH (1914?).
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"I reach the marble-streeted town,..."
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