7 MAY 1932, Page 18

He is Dead and Gone, Lady

I LOVED two men,

But he has died Who loved not when For love I sighed. Grow old, division !

Refine your dart ! 1n dumb submission We lie apart.

As fain would we Who kept our lives ; Though flesh agree The spirit strives ; And in my grieving I wish instead The loth were living, The living—dead; Still to be wooed, Still to be won, Vainly I brood On love foregone; - I would be liefer • Stink in my shroud, Td lay me for ever With-ploughman and ploughed,,. •

`-2k: R, Coittr*tin!