27 MARCH 1926, Page 19

Love's Plans

I'LL go into the country now

And find a little house ;

And though its eyes are small, they shall

Have heavy, leafy brows. A house with curtains made of leaves,

Hanging from every stone ;

I'll pass before the windows oft, And it shall not be known.

I'll have a garden full of flowers,

With many a corner-place ; Where love can learn from spiders' webs To make her mats of lace.

And though I scorn a painted skin, Think not my tongue could scold. her, Should such fair things as butterflies Encourage her to powder. '

And if, when I've been out with some

Bass-singing, belted bee; I take a drink or two myself—

Will she not pardon 'me ?

W. II. DAVIES.