14 MAY 1921, Page 14

POETRY.

HARLECH IN EARLY SPRING.

NAP:ED tree shadows lay sharp on the road;

Carmine bright were the brows of the hills ; With a steady flame the gorse bush glowed ;

In a riot of silver tumbled the rills.

Far underneath me the Morfa lay, A patchwork quilt of bog-myrtle and Apple-green pasture, marsh-land grey, As I stood at the brown wood's edge. sedge,

ALFRED PERCEVAL GRATZ&