23 MAY 1925, Page 14

POETRY

SONNET TO M.K.

TRUTH, like a pearl in shell, lurks in my heart ; Who shall discover what I cannot tell— Whether I love you wholly or in part, Truly or falsely, weakly or too well ?

The wind is "up, the taper of new day Touches the East with promise of a flame ; I leap to life : and you—arc far away ; All day I do not taste your whispered name.

Yet, when the blinds are drawn and lamps are lit About the lonely house ; when, dark and cool, Night follows evening ; then I snugly sit And think of you, and sigh, and feel a fool.

And I remember how you hold your head, Your noisy laugh, and things that you have said.