22 MAY 1926, Page 16

POETRY

SPACE Scorn not because my body lives In such a little place ; Think how my mind, on that account, Inhabits greater space.

My smallest blossom sometimes is The Moon or setting Sun ;

Seas are my pearls, and forests vast. Have no more trees than one !

The finest scarf or collar made, To keep a woman warm, By night or day, on sea or land, Is still a lover's ann.

W. H. DAVIES.