Thursday 9th April 1936

To my surprise a note came with the morning’s post, from Gwyn; sent from Kingston on her way home. That she, the reserved girl, should write!

It was a poem by “AE” carefully written on a sheet of note paper…

“Only in my deep heart I love you, sweetest heart,
Many another vesture hath the soul; I pray
Call me not forth from this…
And oh, my bright companion, you and I must go our ways
Unfolding lonely glories…
If for the heart’s own sake we break the heart, we may
When the last ruby drop dissolves in diamond light
Meet in a deeper vesture in another day
Until that dawn, dear heart, goodnight, goodnight.”

(Two pages torn from journal here.)