5 MARCH 1954, Page 12

Latest Face

Latest face, so effortless Your great arrival at my eyes, No one standing near could guess Your beauty had no home till then ; Precious vagrants, recognise My look, and do not turn again.

Admirer and admired embrace On a useless level where

I contain your current gr.: CZ,

You my judgement ; yet to move Into real untidy air.

Brings no lasting attribute— Bargains, suffering, and love, Not this always-planned salute.

Lies grow dark around us : will The statue of your beauty walk ?

Must I wade behind it, till

Something's found—or is not found Far too late for turning back ?

Or, if 1 will not shift my ground, Is you power actual—can Denial of you duck and run,