5 JULY 1940, Page 13

ULYSSES

THERE was a high ship sailed the main, Masts to the stars sailed she :

Not a wraith of foam 'neath her fi3urehead shone So still was the sea.

Happier the landsman with care distraught Than mariners winds may cheat, While the mouths of the guileful sea-maids chaunt Lament, and the sea-bells beat A solemn resounding knell, and call Their souls from their bodies, and wake A thirst in the eyes no beauty on earth Hath power to slake.

WALTER DE LA MARE.