24 AUGUST 1912, Page 16

POETRY.

STAR-RISE.

Wnsx the first star shines forth, the lark, The singing star of Day, Drops from the heaven. She fears the dark In that wide trackless way.

So in the heart, when Love awakes, The joys that used to sing Fall silent. All the spirit quakes At the strange shining thing.

F. W. BOUBDILLON.