30 JANUARY 1932, Page 17

Poetry Country Churchyard

AMONG the ransacked phantoms come, and further pillage all they own, covet the dead who make their dumb apotheosis from the stone.

Drowned deep and lowered -to the root, -compelled, they clamber to my voice; and from the seraph and the brute grant me the undiscovered choice.

They rise who summon our desire, and having risen we shall raid .- . - and seize the orphic tongues of lire -

and fathom wonder in the shade,.

-XDA. GnAvufb