2 SEPTEMBER 1960, Page 20

Singing

I heard you in the next room singing: The notes were you: 'With gaiety and lightness she runs up,' I thought, 'a delicate newel stair, And hovers there, and hovers there.'

I could not see you: I could hear: You moved about, stood by the window, By the mirror, put your foot upon a chair; You went on singing, and you were- 1 heard, still hear—pure notes by now, Your under-feathers stirred On the warm current Of upholding air.

GEOFFREY GRIGSON