15 FEBRUARY 1930, Page 19

Muineen. Water

I xisiow a small lake that sails the palest shadows,

Trailing their frail keels along its waveless sand ; And when isles of grey turf are sunning in its shallows The far hill is a blue ghost on that land.

Down there my wild heart is startled by the quiet :

The very stones are spying ; each tree is a pry ; The light declares against me and exiled from brightness I stray from those waters invaded by the sky.

But when the sedges fling their bridge of whispers

Over breezy waters, then surely I find— With a sly moon thieving the brightness from green twilight—

A -dark calm to settle on my mind. . F. R. HIOGINS.