15 APRIL 1916, Page 15

ALCAICS.

Fats falls the sunlight ; silvery, shivering Like leaves of aspens languidly quivering In fitful evening breezes, Ocean Slumbers, and stables his angry horses.

How changed the scene is, soon as the furious Waves roar ; and upward, fraught with injurious Destruction, in sublime commotion Leap, driven on by almighty forces So round Olympus' pinnacle towering Roared all the Titans, wrathfully showering Wild wounds with hate and fury wilder, Warring with heav'n in unholy madness.

Yet shall the same gods, swiftly victorious O'er those, again show power as glorious, And win the waves once more to milder Mood, till they twinkle in dimpled gladness

J. A. FORT.