22 DECEMBER 1944, Page 9
LOVE SONG
No May night was ours Through the soft shades sighing, But storm, storm, storm, And a wild wind crying.
No shadowed tryst was ours, No wood birds calling, But a broken world, And snowflakes falling.
No sweet spring was ours, No faint flowers bending, But I wish that our winter night Had known no ending.
JESSICA MATTERSON.