The summer hospital enframes
In its fashionable windows
Boats brow-beaten by varnished storms
And curbed-off grass where no cows browse.
Grandfather feathery as thought
Furls his flurried wrapper and floats
Off his adjustable bed
Wafted on somnolent swan-boats.
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