2 DECEMBER 1932, Page 17

Three Poems

For Anne Gregory NEVER shall a young man, Thrown into despair

By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

But I can get a hair-dye And set such colour there, Brown, or black, or carrot, That young men in despair May love me for myself alone And not my yellow hair.

I heard an old religious man But yesternight declare That he had found a text to prove. That only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself aloni And not your yellow hair.

Swift's Epitaph

Swiwr had sailed into his rest:

Savage indignation there Cannot lacerate his breast. Imitate him if you dare, World-besotted traveller ; Served human liberty.

Symbols

A STORM-BEATEN Old watch tower, A blind hermit rings the hour.

All-destroying sword-blade still Carried by the wandering fool.

Gold-sown silk on the sword blade Beauty and fool together laid.

W. B. YEATS.