25 APRIL 1925, Page 26

POETRY

THE MOON FLOWER I AM so fair, so very fair

That only when the night has come And stilled the riot of the day I open, and alone I bloom.

The night-moth's wing may brush my check, The pale moon-beams may play with me, But no one dares to kiss my, face, Or touch its frail virginity.

When dawn puts out the twinkling stars And flowers open one by one, I go because I will not stay To meet the bold gaze of the sun.

And so they call me by my name, The flower that blooms beneath the moon : And to the scented night I give A secret wonder all my own.

ELLA GUI' I.1:11.4.flD.