13 APRIL 1944, Page 11

SONG

THE primrose and the celandine

Which once with heavenly radiance shone Turn now on me dark faces all In love's decline, in love's decline.

The -young sun then in strength would shine And draw the blossom from the bough, But noonday light hangs darkly now In love's decline, in love's decline.

On summer nights stars would incline To bend their influence on my love But night's incertitude is dark In love's decline, in love's decline.

SHEILA SHANNON.