If ever I would leave you--it wouldn't be in summer.
seeing you in summer I would never go.
Your hair streaked with sun-light--your lips red as flame,
your face with a lustre--that puts gold to shame!
not spring and not summer--not winter not Fall
No, never leave you--at all!
1 page, folio (c.31.5 x 24cm), with autograph title ("If ever I would leave you/ Lancelot Act II. Scene 1"), in all 2 pages on a bifolium, 12-stave paper, by Chappell, 1960s