30 MARCH 1934, Page 19

Epithalamion

THE raw materials of love are yours— Fond hearts, and lusty blood, and minds in tune : And so, dear innocents, you think yourselves Lovers full-blown.

Am I, because I own Chisel, mallet and stone, A sculptor ? And must he Who hears a skylark and can hold a pen A poet be ?

If neither's so, why then You're not yet lovers. But in time to come (If senses grow not dulled nor spirit dumb)

By constant exercise of skill and wit, By patient toil and judgement exquisite

Of body, mind and heart, You may, my innocents, fashion This tenderness, this liking, and this passion

Into a work of art, JAx SrntrrnEn.