10 NOVEMBER 1923, Page 17

POETRY.

ON PAINS WICK BEACON.

HERE lie counties five in a waggon wheel.

There quick Severn like a silver eel Wriggles through pastures green and pale stubble.

There sending up its quiet coloured bubble Of earth May Hill floats on a flaming sky, And, marvelling at all, forgetting trouble, Here—home again—stand I!

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