19 MAY 1939, Page 14

CARVED IN THE DELICATE EYE

FRIGHTENING, tawny and steep,

Carved in the delicate eye Are summitless crags, that keep Faith with humanity, That pillar the hidden sky Like Atlas, mortally bowed

By weight imponderable, the pressure of love.

Though lightenings lift you up Who cast me down to die, No rod can measure our deep And servant affinity ; Sunk friends may fortify Those giants above the cloud That soar undimmed, are drowned beyond the dove.

LILIAN BOWES LYQN.