11 NOVEMBER 1955, Page 21

Song

I love my love with cups of tea I drink her health in wine but when she says she'll come to me and quite informally be mine I want to know the reason why she'll give herself so free and if the murmur in her eye is love's sincerity or if it is but half a tear or half a grain of lust (pity's price would be too dear and lust's too cheap a cost).

I do not guess the reason why, my love will come to me I have forgotten that some lie but some quite suddenly will love their loves with actual hearts and dust their eyes with light will want to share their separate parts and join their separate night.

ANTHONY BAILEY