23 OCTOBER 1909, Page 17

POETRY.

DIRGE.

You that were So free-hearted and so fair, Made for life and air, Now to lie where no man's lore Can restore You that were, and are no more !

Ne'er again Death may bring such burning pain As devoured my brain When they told me you had died, Ere a bride, You so young and morning-eyed.

WALTER HE &ELAM.