4 DECEMBER 1920, Page 14

POETRY.

LOVE, AN ESSAY IN RHYTHM.

Lila a great twilight bird it came, Swooping upon us from some shadowy region of strange air And things half-understood, half-formed and nameless.

In a tense instant it was there Incredibly; And we who had walked thoughtless in the spring Grew suddenly aware Of swift wings beating round us, Heating between us, fanning us to flame And only slowly, slowly did the spring drift back To our stirred hearts that shall know peace no more.

EUNICE TIETJENN.