The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

THE NEW EVELYN HOPE IV No, indeed I For God above Is great to grant, is mighty to make, But how about Tolstoy's “Thoughts on Love "? And Havelock Ellis for culture’s sake? Delayed we may be for more lives yet, Through worlds I shall traverse not a few ; E'en Η͵ Ρ. Blavatsky I shall forget Ere again I read Annie Besant with you. V But the time will come, at last it will, When, Evelyn Hope, what’s meant I shall say By the novels of Evelyn Underhill, And Tchekhof's and Wedekind’s dramas gray. Why you loved Bergson I shall divine ; The Lords of Karma may then have said \Vhy you never dipped into books of mine, But read G. K. Chesterton’s works instead. VI I have read, I shall say, 50 much since then ; Have ransacked Mudie’s so many times ; Gained me the gains of various men, From Machen's miasma to Lupin's crimes ; Yet one thing in my own Test Horoscope Either I missed, or itself missed me: I was not warned, Oh, Evelyn Hope, ’Gainst lending the dramas of Strindberg to thee. 251