3 MARCH 1928, Page 12

Poetry

Prophecy for Lovers

SPRING will not walk the windy ways Ever again, nor tread the sward As once, when she had Youth for lord.

Spring will not gather sixty days Into the semblance of an hour, As once, with all the world in flower.

Autumn will spread a bed of leaves, Myrtle and bay shall close above :

And you shall -sleep, and dream of love.

GWEN CLEAR.