7 MAY 1921, Page 13

POETRY.

TRESPASSERS.

GAUNTLY outlined, white and still, Three haystacks peer above the hill; Three aged rakes thrust sprawlingly Fantastic tendons to the sky.

In the void and dismal yard, Farmer's dog keeps rasping guard Challenging night's trespassers, The solemn legions of the stars; Growling ignominious scorn At Cancer and at Capricorn.

The yellow stars, serene and prim, Tolerantly stare at him.

F. W. BATUMI.