28 JUNE 1924, Page 12

POETRY.

CREATION.

ALONG sleep's edges Take your way. Brush the sedges .Where its water .Spreads away.

From opaque and Twisted light Let thought take and Airward usher Green's cold night.

Let no creature Thrusting -fin. Through the nature Of the sleep-cold Be let in. Along sleep's edges Take your way. Guard -the sedges Lest you stumble, Slip away

Slip, and sliding Find your dreams Waters' gliding— Maniac mixing Of wild gleams

All your striving, Thrusting fin Gainst the driving Coil of sleeping Strength within.

L. AARON-SOX.