22 DECEMBER 1944, Page 9

LOVE SONG

No May night was ours Through the soft shades sighing, But storm, storm, storm, And a wild wind crying.

No shadowed tryst was ours, No wood birds calling, But a broken world, And snowflakes falling.

No sweet spring was ours, No faint flowers bending, But I wish that our winter night Had known no ending.

JESSICA MATTERSON.