A 127: etext transcription
< a127.txt.1; poem >
First at the
March
Competing
with the
Wind
Her joyful
Cry
Cordial note
Exalts us
like a
friend
Last to
adhere
when
summer rs
swerves Summers swerve
away
Fortitude
stanched with
melody
First at the
March
Competing
with the
Wind
Her joyful
Cry
Cordial note
Exalts us
like a
friend
Last to
adhere
when
summer rs
swerves Summers swerve
away
Fortitude
stanched with
melody