29 JULY 1922, Page 15

POETRY.

THE PAUSE.

" Votre dine est un paysage choisi."

Orr this lawn's most secret shade The masked Joys droop in their dance As though the spirit of the maid Wearied beneath the lute's light nonchalance. - Their arms gay gestures still intend, Gently their voices lapse, and cold, The cascades of the Moon descend On silvery dancers with false cheeks of gold.

Discreetly mocking in the dusk The masqueraders bow and twirl, In quaint disguises harsh of musk Among the fountains of your heart, sad girl.

EDGELL RICKWORD.