27 NOVEMBER 1942, Page 9

MY HOUSE

KNOCK again when the wind is wet, When my door flies free on its hinge. Knock again when the walls are bare And my hearth is choked with dead coal.

Knock when the stairs creak, Knock when the mice scream, Knock when the birds foul the floor. Kno6k when the cobwebs cover the pane. Don't knock for me any more.

DENTON WELCH.