10 MARCH 1923, Page 14

POETRY.

A DEWDROP.

Tim dewdrop carries in its eye Snowdon and Hebog, sea and sky, Twelve lakes at least, woods, rivers, moors, And half a county's out-of-doors : Trembling beneath a wind-flower's shield' In this remote and rocky field.

But why should man in God's name press The dewdrop's inconspicuousness When to lakes, woods, the estuary, Hebog and Snowdon, sky and sea, This dewdrop falling from its leaf Can spread amazement near to grief As it were a world distinct in mould Lost with its beauty ages old ?

ROBERT GRAVES