4 JUNE 1927, Page 11

Poetry

In Memoriam F.E.W., R.F.C.

0 DEAR brown boy of shyest ways, In whose dark eyes were dancing lights Where, fairies revelled down the days And elves peeped gravely out o' nights, It is not true that you were hurled To lie among the human dead : You poised and gravely viewed the world, Made choice, and to the fairies fled. J. B.