By Ne'Er a Hurt Renders

The friend who gonna while sheer In friendly, airy blast always . . . The soul around . . . Who ne’er mind —by renders a hurt The old cougar, restful in bench by In stares much bit Of enjoying up nicely day by day With the sun illume With the windy hit passive his skin When stars-oh-moon light Once hold tho shadow heaven In casting by thrilling His whistler galloping In fulling island ground soul, melody In adding-lib — In forgiving of resentful Uncool off liaison The cougar as look tensity my vicinity By was, — who had been gone . . . And inquired one nascency rose On souls is mind — Who will be next? O friend scathe-less Airy blast always at others — Who spring by, a proudly around?