I OFTEN wander on the beach br Where once, so brown of limb, br The biting air, the roaring surf br Summoned me to swim. br br I see my old abundant youth br Whee combers lean and spill, br And though I taste the foam no more br Other swimmers will. br br Oh, good exultant strength to meet br The arching wall of green, br To break the crystal, swirl, emerge br Dripping, taut, and clean. br br To climb the moving hilly blue, br To dive in ecstasy br And feel the salty chill embrace br Arm and rib and knee. br br What brave and vanished laughter then br And tingling thighs to run, br What warm and comfortable sands br Dreaming in the sun. br br The crumbling water spreads in snow, br The surf is hissing still, br And though I kiss the salt no more, br Other swimmers will.