22 JUNE 1951, Page 20

Sunday in June

WINDOWS open to salute the summer Which enters every sleepy parlour A green delightful scent more subtle Than the breath of flushing petal.

Over lawns the butterflies spin Like truant petals on the wind's whim And flowers like sleeping butterflies hang From slender stems, no bubbling song Of holiday birds disturbs their dreaming Nor tumbling bells bewildering evening ; And sweet and green in the mind's dim parlour Flowers again the punctual summer. VERNON SCANNELL