5 JANUARY 1929, Page 16

Poetry

The Call

STRANGE, that a barn, and a cow. Knee-deep in nettle-foam,

Should call my ambitious thoughts So quietly home : Bow down my brain under dreams Of simple troubles, and themes Built of tragical memories of youth Whispering close, like truth, Like childhood, " Come !

My little one ; poor, dumb Little one, seeking your:home ! "

- • RICHARD Camp'.