19 MAY 1928, Page 20

Poetry

Outside the Terrible Door

Too long outside your door I have shivered. - You open it ? I will not stay.

I'm haunted by your ashen beauty.

Take back your hand. • I have gone away.

Don't talk, but move to that near corner. I lOathe the long cold shadow here. We will stand a moment in the lamplight, Until I watch you hard and near.

Happy release Good-bye for ever ! Here at the corner we say good-bye. But if you want me, if you do need me, Who waits, at the terrible door, but I ?

HAROLD MONRO.