THE HILLS OF MAY
Walking with a virgin heart
The green hills of May,
Me, the Wind, she took as lover
By her side to play.
Let me toss her untied hair,
Let me shake her gown,
Careless though the daisies redden,
Though the Sun frown.
Scorning in her gay courage
Lesser love than this,
My cool spiritual embracing,
My gentle kiss.
So she walked, the proud lady,
So danced or ran,
So she loved with a calm heart,
Neglecting man....
Fade, fail, innocent stars
On the green of May;
She has left our bournes for ever,
Too fine to stay.
THE CORONATION MURDER
In Four Parts
"Fairplay's good sport, and we're all mortal worms."—Mrs. Delilah Becker.