A First Review by Robert Graves — Read

Love, Fear and Hate and Childish Toys

Are here discreetly blent;

Admire, you ladies, read, you boys, / My Country Sentiment.

But Kate says, "Cut that anger and fear, / True love's the stuff we need! / With laughing children and the running deer / That makes a book indeed."

Then Tom, a hard and bloody chap, / Though much beloved by me, / "Robert, have done with nursery pap, / Write like a man," says he.

Hate and Fear are not wanted here, / Nor Toys nor Country Lovers, / Everything they took from my new poem book / But the flyleaf and the covers.