21 FEBRUARY 1931, Page 15

- Three Women

TIIE young moon comes early

And slips away soon; Like a white dairy-maid Runs the young moon.

The full moon rides slowly From night until morn, Like a proud mother With her child unborn.

The old moon walks idly,

Lingering, wan—

As a lone woman Whose lover is gone, Unseeing, uncaring, Lives on, lives on. JAN STRUTHER.