There is music without ere a bird
There is bloom without ere a flower
For eolean winds we oft' have heard
& the grass blooms fresher every hour
The very rushes seem as flowers
That nod above the marshy grass
Through which the winds in summer hours
Whistle & winnow as they pass
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