19 SEPTEMBER 1931, Page 17

Ours is the Sky

ALL day long I.have been Between the blue and the green, Lying where daisies lie, Looking up at the sky, I have seen flowers open and seen Linnets and swallows fly.

Thege be the sounds of my wars : The flutes of a thin cascade, Thunder of clouds and swift stars, I shall make eager raid And commerce with bees and will keep My marches with sheep.

These be the ends of my wars: To live at peace with the stars, Be one with the earth and repose

At last-with the roots of the rose.

D.' P.- MeGumn.