14 SEPTEMBER 1934, Page 13

The Coach

Bony and Heart, two horses driven in tandem, Draw love's precarious coach. The driver, Mind, Flicks his deft whip behind And boasts, but for his skill, they'd run at random.

He cheats himself. They know that ancient high-road Better than he : and, hoof once set on it,

They heed no rein or bit, Swerve for no water's flash, stray for no by-road.

On this alone, on this alone turns safety : Whether Heart's leader or wheeler. For Heart's a steed That's bred and trained to lead ; He's steady and sure, he's quiet and sound and crafty.

But when lust leads, and liking runs behind him, Brace your feet, passenger. That fool on the box Is helpless. The coach rocks And overturns, drawn by this perilous tandem.

JAN STRUTHER.