24 JUNE 1922, Page 14
POETRY.
THE POET AND THE STARS.
STABS, I would praise you, Over Lowery Hill.
Stars, I would praise you, Who have but any will And little bag of words.
" Do you love a buzzing gnat ? Far less than that We -account your words, O vain of new-found tongue ; We saw your fat earth ,frisk When it was young."
'Stars, I will praise you : Even to a gnat We grant his tiny day.
Though you account me not, Yet I will praise you :
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