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.