1 SEPTEMBER 1928, Page 10

Poetry

The Spring Returns

Now that the bird of passage wings his way to tropic lovely things, Your rainbow colours one by one slip through my hands to seek the sun.

Yet Spring returns On April rain Light will come dancing back again On moted beauty, to the strains of singing leaves in English lanes.

And lacquered poppy, lapis squill, the gold encrusted daffodil, The jade and silver hellebore shall tesselate her dancing floor.

RACAM. E. CROWDY.