3 JUNE 1949, Page 15

FROM THE GREEK Now that spring comes, my friend, with

green and roses, Shall we not climb the headlands of the bay Once more ? Have we not watched there yesterday Those whom forever now the earth encloses ?

Phdodemus.

I LONG for Croesus' riches I am king Of Asia in my dreams • and then I see Those flute-cases the undertakers bring, And my rough bread is Asian luxury.

Anonymous.

RAPACIOUS death, wherefore this urgency ?- Grudging him years who still belonged to thee.

Bianor.

AMANUENSIS.