O grant me a house by the beach of a bay, Where the waves can be surly in winter, and play With the sea-weed in summer, ye bountiful powers! And I'd leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, For a house full of books, and a garden of flowers.
Andrew LangAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: scottish
- Born: March 31, 1844
- Died: July 20, 1912
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