26 APRIL 1924, Page 17
POETRY.
SPADE AND SWORD.
WHAT lovely dark, blue flames, 0 Spade, Shine in thy steel so bright :
See how the shadows smoke and play :
How thou hast laboured, year by year, To reach this silver day.
But thou, poor shining Sword, must wait
Till sloth and idleness Can tell the world that splendid story : Nothing but rust, a bloodless rust,
Shall cover thee with glory.
W. H. DAVIE&