February 12, 1930
I cannot shake the little boy's face.
Or humming Dodo, l'enfant do.
June 3, 1930
Another city, and another.
Still nothing suits.
September, 1930
I attended her wake.
November 27, 1930
A voice, from long-expecting thousands sent,
Shatters the air, and troubles tower and spire;
For Justice hath absolved the innocent,
And Tyranny is balked of her desire:
Up, down, the busy Thames