31 MARCH 1928, Page 17

Poetry

The Constint Lover

How urgent March is, How cock-a-whooping I Under hazel arches I must go stooping Down, where the curliest Leaves are wet, After the earliest Violet.

But when I've found it, Madams and Misters, And sweetly bound it' With six of its sisters Oh seek I never Their wearer ? No,

I found her ever

So long ago.

PATRICK R. CHALMlair