25 SEPTEMBER 1909, Page 19

POETRY.

'THE STONES OF STANTON DRENir:C BLAND was the morn, no speck or flaw Troubling, her mien and hue, When, mid the April fields! I saw The Stones of Stanton Die*.:

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Clear-hearted in the golden air The eternal lyrist flew; But dark, and full of silence, were The Stones of Stanton Drew.

Isled and estranged from every mood Of all that lived and grew,

Deep in forgotten time they stood— The Stones of Stanton Drew.

How many ages have gone by Since last a mortal knew Who set you there, and when and why, O Stones of Stanton Drew ?

All sunlit was the earth I trod, The heaven was frankest blue ; But secret as the thoughts of God The Stones of Stanton Drew.

WILLIAM 'WATSON.