Re – Union

 

Now “We.R,7”, once again

I claim your kind attention,

And suit your mood unto my strain

Another meet I’ll mention.

 

Another day to set apart,

          Another time of meeting

Another rendezvous to start

          Another annual greeting.

 

Another afternoon of talk

          Another tale unravel

Of how we ride, or how we walk

          Another year of travel.

 

We know not if we’ll meet again

          Or if we’ll all be present;

So let’s each other greet again

          An make that greeting pleasant!

 

Another more, another less,

          Another, yet another

And none of us next year can guess

          If there will be no other!                       Autumn 1950

 

The  Gossip

 

And now this winter’s eve we sit

• And shiver by the embers low

And wonder why I do not quit

          Except, except I’ve nowhere else to go.

 

While e’en next door an elder lady sits

          Guarding the stairs, the stairs that lead to bed

While we, to pass, puzzle our poor wits

For fear of all, of all she’s not yet said.

 

Friday’s rain in rapid torrents poured

          Yet not, yet not so rapid as the lady’s tale

Released as from some miser’s ample hoard

          Descending on our shoulders, on our shoulders frail.

 

Tomorrow well may weather fiends conspire

          To bar the path, the path that leads away

Yet with what joy we’ll face what will transpire

          To where there’s nothing more to say!          Much Wenlock Easter 1951