31 JULY 1897, Page 17

POETRY.

THE HEIGHTS AND THE DEEPS.*

THIS is the summit, wild and lone. Westward the Cumbrian mountains stand. Let me look eastward on mine own Ancestral land.

0 sing me songs, 0 tell me tales, Of yonder valleys at my feet !

She was a daughter of these dales, A daughter sweet.

Oft did she speak of homesteads there, And faces that her childhood knew.

She speaks no more ; and scarce I dare To deem it true, That somehow she can still behold Sunlight and moonlight, earth and sea, Which were among the gifts untold She gave to me.

WILLIAM WATSON.