ZEPP-FLIGHTING IN THE HAUTES ALPES.
To J.M.
Recall, dear John, a certain day
Back in the times of long ago—
A stuffy old estaminet
Under the great peaks fledged with snow;
The Spring that set our hearts rejoicing
As up the serried mountains' bar
We climbed our tortuous way Rolls-Roycing
From Gap to Col Bayard.