30 JUNE 1917, Page 15

THE CUCKOO IN CAMP,

DARK elms in deep June heat, Poppies blazing in wheat, Dust in a windless street, Silence. . . . And then Unbelievable, meet Beyond all va:ces of spring, You, from some copse unseen Calling, calling. • • • You, calling back the May, Blackbirds singing all day, My own Surrey lane And brier budding green.

White-blown, virginal gran And primroses in rain. . .

0! and it's all of it gone, And I sha'n't hear you again! Ellie PAILssa.