18 JULY 1908, Page 18

POETRY.

DAWN.

LISTEN, I know this garden at the dawn

When day is breaking and the world is new, When all the cobwebs drenched upon the lawn Are silver meshes that have caught the dew. Before the birds awake, before the sun Has led the misty vapours to arise, I know this garden when night's sands have run And yet no daylight shows upon the skies.

No movement is there in the quiet trees, The very universe is robed in gbey, It is an hour of waking silences, As if the leaves upon each slender spray Were listening, waiting for the creeping breeze That says "the dawn, the dawn," and dies away.

PAMELA TENNANT.