24 AUGUST 1907, Page 18

POE TRY.

JOACHIM.

YEAR after year he came with Spring, With evening light and crocus flower, But never April days can bring

His matchless music back an hour.

Masters there are whose efforts live

Upon the canvas or the page,—

Though they themselves be gone—and give Enjoyment to a later age.

But here and now the people grieve For one majestic master-mind, Whose Art must die with him, and leave No more than memories behind.

Yet these at least are ours, and when The years shall his tradition dim, We may, among less favoured men, Rejoice to have rejoiced in him.

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