4 MAY 1929, Page 22

Poetry

Reflections

THE pigeons coo and flutter On cornice and on nest ; My presence does not trouble Their sun-warmed peace and rest.

Above the quiet water The ancient ruin stands And gives its slender pillars Into the still lake's hands.

Deep in the silent water Their beauty's born again ; They show their ancient-splendour To troubled, watching men.

They call with silent voices That only spirit hears, They promise peace eternal, Surcease from all man's fears.

FRANCES R. Amts.