7 APRIL 1928, Page 18

Poetry

The Musician at Rest

(IN MEMORY OF JOHN Cnuncn.) THEY have come with the musician ; They have put him out of sound, Into his silent sleeping place Under the ground.

The snow in its quiet rhythm Has hung with soundless tune A symphony round about him Of quilt and dune.

How lovely the echo of music That lingers about his grave, Echo of the singing thoughts He shaped, and gave.

Large and free as the passion That shone from his hand and Lrain Is the passage of frost and Powers, Of sun and rain.

He had such store of riches, They have spilled and overflown The baskets of the gleaners - Who come down alone, Who come after the harvest, His full melody of life, To gather the cadences of peace Fallen frOm strife.

Maus]) Czuncu..