1 MARCH 1935, Page 13

Love's Handmaid Eye IF still the casual sun,

Indifferent brightness, buttressing a wall Green with the age's grief, now slendering edge Of woodman's axe, now frosting an old ball Of twine to beauty, blindly wandering on To sow the wastrel moor with fiery sedge : If still that sightless hell

Is servant here of colour and cool stones Love's handmaid eye can rarer &it redeem : 'White breast to a brief immortality, toll bell For broken youth, or sweeten rotting bones ; Till motes forget to dance and earth to dream.

LILIAN BOVVES LYON.