10 JULY 1941, Page 9

THE FINDER FOUND

WILL you, sometime, who have sought so long and seek

Still in the slowly darkening hunting ground, Catch sight some ordinary month or week

Of that strange quarry you scarcely thought you sought—

Yourself, the gatherer gathered, the finder found,

The buyer, who would buy all, in bounty bought— And perch in pride in the princely hand, at home, And there, the long hunt ended, rest and roam?

EDWIN MUIR.