18 AUGUST 1923, Page 15
POETRY,
ROSE.
SEE ! where in her eyes
Have met All the melodies Of morning skies I The secret Of her grace lies In that dim well Which yet,
Within you, casts its spell
Of love, while, You pause and wonder, . . . Smile, And wish to plunder With kisses The lips that softly close In wishes, As fragrant as of the rose, That sleeps at evening.
FRED00.14 KABRAJI.