13 DECEMBER 1930, Page 21

Late Afternoon

Tun rain comes down, gray curtains coldly drawn By Autumn fingers on the weeping bill ; Mist, like a weasel, lurks about the lawn ; The garden drips, disconsolate and chill.

And in the room, like rabbits in a hole, Men fortify their little hearts with fire, And rub their knees, and chatter to the coal Their monotone and burden of desire.

L. A. G. STRIP:I:.