Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore would last for an age seems deceit.


Poems in Wartime (ed. 1940)


Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore would last for an age seems deceit.

Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore would last for an age seems deceit.

Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore would last for an age seems deceit.

Now the peak of summer's past, the sky is overcast And the love we swore would last for an age seems deceit.