4 JUNE 1932, Page 13

Song To a Summer Day THOUGH I must go from

thee

Go not from me.

If you are lost, The tears that you have cost Have then been shed in vain ; And all the pain, The pain and joy you've added to my heart Can have no part, Nor help in empty days that are to come.

Oh swallows dipping to the yellowing grass,

Oh darker shadows where the huge clouds pass, Oh scent !- Oh air !

Oh sweetness far too sweet for me to bear