25 APRIL 1958, Page 20

Finit

By chance I learned from them the marriage- contract And wondered at this check on the wind's light- ness; You were so unpredictable, spontaneous, Untamed like it, and lonely, I remember.

Know now the lot of all is yours henceforward, Hardship and commonplace each following season, Slipping from memory as turns the quarter— We doubt you or your like existed.

But that there will be tunes I'll not hear ever Without your being again there in the corner, Waiting, 'music' to hand, before the dancing, Your eyes the mystery of the night outside.

MAIRE MI-IAC AN TSA01