literary circles


Where once we held debate, a band
Of youthful friends, on mind and art


(if one may quote Tennyson in this century of free verse). Hence I
cannot know how things are going so well as I used to know them, and
the aforesaid limitations must quite prevent my knowing hence-
forward.

I have to thank the editors and owners of The Times, Fortnightly,
Mercury, and other periodicals in which a few of the poems have
appeared for kindly assenting to their being reclaimed for collected
publication. T. H.

February 1922.



WEATHERS



This is the weather the cuckoo likes,
And so do I;
When showers betumble the chestnut spikes,
And nestlings fly:
And the little brown nightingale bills his best,