25 FEBRUARY 1928, Page 18

Poetry

Rumour

SOMEBODY is whispering on the stair....

What What are those words half spoken, half drawn back ? What are those muffled words, some red, some black ? Who is whispering ? Who is there ?

- Somebody is sneaking up the stair, With. feet approaching every doorway Yet nevern moment standing anywhere.

Now:they. are whispering close outside some door. 0 suddenly push it open wide, You see : whoever said he heard them, he-has lied.

And yet words are left dark like heavy dust In many rooms, or red like rust ; And who contrives to leave them ? Some one must.

_ In every street, this noisy town of ours Has stealthy whispering watchers walking round, Recording all our_ movements,, every sound, . Hissing and shuffling, and they may have found

To-day my. Pan?: t9:m9Frow..0e.eil _ .