A DIALOGUE FROM PLATO "Le temps le mieux employé est celui qu'on perd." -Claude Tillier. "D"read" three hours. Both notes and text Were fast a mist becoming; In bounced a vagrant bee, perplexed, And filled the room with humming, Then out. The casement's leafage sways, And, parted light, discloses Miss Di., with hat and book,—a maze Of muslin mixed with roses. "You're reading Greek?" "I am—and you?' "O, mine's a mere romancer!" "So Plato is." "Then read him-do; And I'll read mine in answer." I read. "My Plato (Plato, too,— That wisdom thus should harden!) Declares 'blue eyes look doubly blue Beneath a Dolly Varden.'" She smiled. "My book in turn avers "But hear, the next's in stronger style: The Cynic School asserted That two red lips which part and smile She smiled once more- 66 My book, I find, Then I-"Why not? 'Ephesian law, She blushed-this time. "If Plato's page No wiser precept teaches, Then I'd renounce that doubtful sage, "Agreed," I said. "For Socrates Thinks Learning can't remain at ease She read no more. I leapt the sill: LOVE IN WINTER BETWEEN the berried holly-bush The Blackbird whistled to the Thrush: "Which way did bright-eyed Bella go? The Throstle pecked the berries still. His callow beard was white with rime,- "What would you?" twittered in the Wren; "These are the reckless ways of men. I watched them bill and coo as though |