3 MAY 1963, Page 24

Path6tique

Early fell to the spell of, What wrong have I done love? Wondered with you how Gracefully not to allow Sense a way. Did not know Flesh has its mind, of danger, Whose coolness is anger. O why does peace have to end?

At the blue window Heard the hoarse fulsome call, Saw the faceless shadow Of you now know.

MARTIN SEYMOUR-SMITH