27 MAY 1943, Page 9

SONG

I LAY in sheets of softest linen Sleepless and my lover spoke The word of Death within her sleep And snuggled closer and awoke And wrapped me in her snowwhite cloak,

And clasped me in exhausted arms And swore I should not go again. Het lips were writhing like a moth Burnt in the steady lamp of pain. But I was young and fain.

I heard the daylight wind its horn, I saw the cloudy horsemen ride. Alas! my lover lacked the strength To keep me by he.r side And I went forth in pride.

I clisped the burning sun all day, The cold moon bled me white ; Then all things ended suddenly. I saw the world take flight And glitter in the starry night. ALUN LEWIS.