TO A FAITHLESS LOVER To you, holding in spent hands all seasons' memories, Bush and briar, thorn and thistle and tree, I send my love all wrapped and sealed With the tense, white paper of my sentiment. Crying in the various nights of muffled rain (O live lead lash on the window-sill) For you are frozen and alien from my side, I send my freshness and my ardour. To you, folding on hard palms all seasons' memories, Gorse and foxglove, berry and subtle, humming bee, I post my love all crumbled and sealed With the gum of lips you stealing stormed to starve. -- Robert GREACEN (born 1920) Only child, born in Derry, Presbyterian mother, moved to Belfast and spent part of his childhood with relations in Monaghan.