18 MAY 1934, Page 13

A Cool Curved Shell

A euarED cool shell Your hand, to hold Incense and myrrh and spoils of gold.

To cup within Its fluted shape The silver fig And golden grape.

To trap an echo From the seas Of rainbow-hinting Fantasies.

To catch the light On lifting wings, The beauty of All beauteous things.

A curved cool shell

Your hand to me.

A harbour from Tumultuous sea.

cum, E. CROWDS.