29 AUGUST 1925, Page 14

POE TRY

A MORNING MOOD

NOTHING unnatural occurred to-day. The larks were singing while the trees were yet Night-shrouded, and with heavy nightdamp wet. The goslings stuttered in their foolish way, Greeting the dawn. Swallows returned from play In the high heavens, where they had flown and mct

The sun before his waking beams were set On the hills, or ocean trembled in his ray.

But I, who chanced to see these common things

With eyes still dream-bewildered, felt as though .

My soul had trespassed on the aftermath Of the departure of those ancient Kings Who came with tribute up a stable path, And then went humbly back across the snow.

RICHARD Cnunerf.