17 JANUARY 1941, Page 13

IN TIME

THE beautiful rain falls, the unheeded angel lies in the street, spreadeagled under the footfall that from the divine face wears away the smile ;

Whose tears run on the pavement, melting where the standing cars are waiting for departure ; The letter that says Ave is passed over, for at the present place the angel waits; passing through walls and hordings, in dark porches, His face.

K. RAIN!.