Hello June, and hello another poem from Mr Nash to Marianne. Seemingly, she was becoming a less frequent visitor to Jon Ash bookshop, which possibly fuelled Cyril's need to express his feelings in poetry.
Now that I so seldom see you
I look, when you are near,
At all your loveliness till it becomes
Essential part of me
And as the soil gives thanks
In fruitfulness for sunshed benefit
So shall I sing and praise
Until I yield myself at sundown
To old earth again
And link your beauty to eternity
2nd June, 1959
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