29 MARCH 1963, Page 34

Respect to Pluto

Whatever sent the drie Arabia Breathes from her spices on the morning grey May perfume, if I wish, my scentless day.

Open or close my eyes, Spices may crackle, the newborn bird may rise to scattering brilliance through these greyer skies if I am wise. Though I deplore the rape, I'm glad, among the subfuse violets, at my escape, And pay respect to Pluto in his crepe.