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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse Between the two of you!) Like Willy's Vagabonde She knows the Langue Verte—yes, "down to the ground."

Is she selling her soul for a toy of small cost? Will she cry all night for the thing she has last,
 * Infantine Blanche?

Too many cups she has handled and wasted, Too many friendships played with and tasted! Puritan nomad, hither and thither, Child to the end—but in the end whither?
 * Tragic Blanche!

Florence Wilkinson