19 NOVEMBER 1927, Page 13

A Fire of Cherry Logs

I Avn.r. burn cherry-logs thro' starry hours, Shut in this shadowed house when winds blow cold.

I will burn cherry-logs, to smell like flowers, And bring back days of old.

Ah, lovely the morning orchards by the river

Sweet larks uprising where the rainbow gleams • • • I will burn cherry-logs and burn forever

The old, unrestful dreams.