15 MARCH 1946, Page 9

SPIRIT

SWIFTER than answers, Brighter than glances In dazzling uniqueness The dragon-fly dances.

A gleaming temptation Its memory lingers.

I hurried to grasp it—

It slipped through my fingers.

I clung to the mud Of the worn old word But the blazing spirit Swept past me unheard.

HELEN FINLAY.