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.