19 MAY 1923, Page 14


THE Pole, the Bear, and Cassiopeia,

So softly shining, Dark heaven, dark world, to an exquisite dim Defeat consigning, Do turn by day away from us, away from us Their careless faces, From our golden fire and the triumphs of time As from Time's disgraces.

We are but dew of their dawn, a commodious dew That life engenders, Of death and its dark mysterious fears Getters and spenders, Whose spirit seeks the wooing air, that wooing air On heaven reclining With the Pole, the Bear, and Cassiopeia,