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At the time of my birthday in 1952 Marion and I were enjoying the tenancy of the ground-floor flat in Beaufort House, with a garden where the Library now stands. The SCR were very interested to see it, and one at a time came to coffee. I introduced my old Teddy bear glove puppet to them. Marion’s amusing and teaching her young brother had led to her having built up a gang of puppets and toys, and a world for them to inhabit. We had used these in college for charades. These birthday greetings were from them:

We 4 friends who send you this
Greet you with a Birthday Kiss:
On the fly-leaf written clear
All our signatures appear:
Our initials follow here, Happy Birthday, mistress dear. E.B.B. R.C de LB. D.P. E de P
Suck it and see , WOG . H. S. B. I’LL SCRATCH YOUR BACK , YOU SCRATCH MINE A PRESENT FROM J.O. and Dinah. When with this you do inscribe think of us and all our tribe : May your shadow ne’er grow thinner !
0 B Horse . A Spider A. MacSkinner .

I have found these enfolded by an undated sonnet in small capitals, with its initials in red :
Your mind’s a very opal, clear and bright,
Reflecting with shot-silk inconstancy
The gay and wayward dance of candlelight
When silken hangings flutter suddenly :
My soul the candle, life the tapestry
Woven in silk with colours strange and old ;
Your mind’s an obdurate transparency
Frosty with flame, irradiate with cold .
Brilliance is mine, without stability ;
But you can neither change nor shine alone :
Death comes upon the wind of destiny;
When the flame dies, all lustre leaves the stone.

Then take, my love, all light at my command
To wake the glowing opal of your mind

11th June 1952

Love I could give , but neither food nor fire

Love I could give , but neither food nor fire ,
Shelter nor strength nor name :
Her home had been a haven of desire ,
And yet she came .

They would have rescued her at any time
If she had left my side :
But we were happy beyond sense or rhyme
Until she died .

What words will serve to tell them ? I can see
In the great house one light ,
The candle at her window : and for me ,
Only the night

21st June 1952

Explication on the BIRTHDAY of One dear to R. C. de L.B.

Explication
on
the BIRTHDAY
of One dear to
R. C. de L.B.

I’m a very young bear
And my income is small ,
Though my prospects are fair
I’m a very young bear :
Had I worlds to my share
I would give you them all —
I’m a very young bear
And my income is small .

So I make bold to say ,
“Happy Birthday , dear Jean !”
It’s your birthday today ,
So I make bold to say
“Take this sweet-heart , be gay. ”
Of sweet hearts you’re the queen ,
So I make bold to say
“Happy Birthday , dear Jean !”

Given under my paw this
eleventh day of June Anº Dº
nineteen hundred and fifty two
[1952]
Yours truly

R. C. de L. B.
[Richard Coeur de Lion Bear, gent .]

On the reverse near the seal To the white hands of the Lion heart’s dear lady , This and the love of a King’s son Richard .

[at top , in a heart ,
xi . vi
mcmlii]

You whose clear voices never die

You whose clear voices never die
Though mute your makers lie :
You who by music measure out the day ,
With unconcerted , dear , predictable delay ,
Chime , sweetly chime :
By hour and hour run out the sands of time .

Toll for our souls by mercy sained :
We wane as all have waned .
Toll for all those who sinned as we have sinned ,
Those who once heard you clear and high upon the wind
Chime, sweetly chime :
By hour and hour run out the sands of time .

Chime , for years come that grudge renown ,
That seek to drag you down :
Pray we against the evil day when none
Beneath your towers may walk and dream as we have done :
Chime , sweetly chime :
By hour and hour run out the sands of time .

10th June 1952