SONG OF FAREWELL
LONG is the Spring and long the Summer too ;
Slowly the roses bloomed, and slowly fell ; Each year within my heart I felt renew Sorrow and joy's alternate festival.
Joyous, though sad, because I knew All would return more beautiful, and still More gloriously depart, again to come, to dwell Briefly—bright shadow on a sunny hill.
Now is the winter likely to last long: Doubtful, more doubtful wakes again my heart ; Where is the magic gone I knew so well? Love, you and I, at last, have got to part.
Far-off, far-off, with dimmed and passionless eyes, I see the world renew, but not in me •
Faint and more faint falls from fast-fading skies, Light that illumined even melancholy.
Love, you have left me, gone to another boy, Bright is your bridal on a dawning bay ;
But I am off to sea, hailing your joy— Exult, cast anchor, and, for ever, Away!
W. J. TURNER.
Any readers who would be willing to post their copies of THE SPECTATOR to Service men can be supplied by Miss A. Hamilton, The Polytechnic, 309, Regent Street, W.', with names of soldiers, sailors or airmen who would welcome copies.
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