20 JANUARY 1923, Page 15

POETRY.

SIX DISTICliES.

IN AN OXFORD GARDEN.

Acaoss your lawns we watched a Shadow move t I called it Memory, and you called it Love.

THE FIRST EMBRACE.

'Tis dawn, and Eve the primal kiss bestows : Now every morn in. conscious crimson glows.

TO MADAME LOPOKOVA.

Joy flows from you, as from some happy morn When hearts make holiday,* and love is born.

THE HONEYMOON.

Enchanting and Enchanted at my side, She laughs a lover, and she smiles a bride.

ROMA LOCUTA EST.

(Lines written on a Roman Road in Merioneth.) Rome drove her pavement through the hills, and spoke, And Cnycht and Croiser shuddering owned the yoke.

FOR A CENOTAPH.

These do not need our praise, our prayers, our tears, We need their faith, their courage through the years.

J. ST. LOE STRACHRY.