15 JULY 1949, Page 10
ECSTASY
THE strings may falter, but not I. . .
I turned upon a wheel of sound—
A blue song rippled from the sky, A green song bubbled from the ground.
And in that moment I was knit With all that was and is to come. Death dwindled, and the sky was lit With light that struck discordance dumb.
HERBERT PALMER.