15 MARCH 1924, Page 14

POETRY.

THE SPIDER IN EARLY SPRING.

HUNGRY he is, and old,

And dreads the draughty cold, Spare is his web, and still The breezes rustle chill,

Tlun' his threadbare gown they win hima ;

The flies have fled, He hath not fed,

And his stomach is strange within him ;

So he gathers his arms and his legs together, And curses the frosty weather.

Fnexx PENN Siam