10 SEPTEMBER 1937, Page 30

KNAPTON WEATHERCOCK S O high it strutted in the sun, A

man could see it plain, From five miles off; a golden. bird

Upon a glittering vane.

No common fowl ; you'd swcar it was An eagle come to roost, That once had clapped heraldic wings On front of Caesar's host.

And who that had not seen it flee Headlong before a gale, Or veer when little puffs of wind Put salt upon its tail,

Would ever dream such warlike boast So vain a thing could be

And golden crest and spurs but stand For arch inconstancy t 0 lovely traitor, where's the man

That does not long with you To ride the heavens like a king

And changing, still be true.

—a poem front EQUINOX, the new book of verse by Robin Wilson, author of The Holy Wells oi Orris.

Ready now. Nelson. 2/6 act.