K-iss the fret farewell,
A-fter the woeful weather;
T-wenty-seventh day of March
H-as changed for the better.
D-awn has just broken,
E-arly Monday morning;
L-et the sky be blue,
A-s the sun is shining.
P-ouring rain disappears,
E-ven the night cold chill;
N-o more fear and doubt,
A-s you kiss the fret farewell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem