This is the first thing

Lambs that learn to walk in When their bleating clouds the Meet a vast unwelcome, Nothing but a sunless glare.

That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till One-twenty on the sunlit

Love, we must part now: do not let it be Calamitious and bitter. In the past There has been too much moonlight and self-pity: Let us have done with it: for now at last Never has sun more boldly paced the sky, Never were hearts more…

Marrying left your maiden name disused. Its five light sounds no longer mean your face, Your voice, and all your variants of grace; For since you were so thankfully

'Dockery was junior to you, Wasn't he?' said the Dean. 'His son's here now.'Death-suited, visitant, I nod. 'And You keep in touch with-' Or remember

What do they think has happened, the old fools, To make them like this? Do they somehow It's more grown-up when your mouth hangs open and drools

Come to Sunny Laughed the girl on the poster, Kneeling up on the In tautened white satin.