5 MAY 1928, Page 19

Poetry

Tudor Nightpiece

BEFORE the Kine were milken

I wore but shift and shoon ; But now, in taffetas silken, Wyth broidered rosebuds strewne, I fleet Tripp downe the oaken flight To greet My Love by candle-lighte.

Before the owle shall hie him Whence lone the black batt fled, My Love shall come to lye him Uponn a feather Bedd.

Tho 't drift From May till Martinmas, Too swifte