28 JANUARY 1928, Page 13

Poetry

Captain Noah OLD Noah, trailing plummets, found Green harbours on the heights—

As from his deck he watched The showers spill Their gospels of the rainbow round An arch of seven lights, _ That bridged the tides of peace about each hill: He dropped the sail and so his keel

Was floating' in, repose,

Until young grasses grew

About the ark—

Then out went every gangway, and Bright earth was one carouse, Till hoof and claw grew heavy with the dark.

'Twas then old Noah slept in wine, Full naked on the hills ; But who'd blame that brave captain For his jar, While we sit making poteen, where Night on each dark pool spills Beatitudes from every moon and star ?

F. R. limarNs.