Spring 1950 • Vol. XII No. 2 PoetryApril 1, 1950 |

The Flower¹

                             Foweles in the frith,                              The fisses in the flod,                              And i mon waxe wod.                              Mulch sorwe I walke with                              for beste of bon and blod. It se

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