10 NOVEMBER 1928, Page 25

Poetry

On Reading "The Ocean of Story

IT is not far to Iiimavet And Mount Kailas' shining peak, Where the new moon catches the gleam of snow, Where Parvati and Shiva speak.

It is not far to the evening dance, When—delirious with joy- Ganesh sweeps the stars aside, With the heavens for his toy.

He who wears a necklace of skulls, And the crescent on his head— The Destroyer of Forms is still Lord of Life, And to him we yield our dead.

Brahma still creates this day As he did the endless years ; And Vishnu, the Sustainer, smiles, Holding up the whirling spheres.

The white of the moon and the white of snow

And white of a woman's skin—

All these are ours, which the poets loved, And there the Gods begin. DIANA HUNT.