16 DECEMBER 1932, Page 12

Poetry

Autumn Contrast

ALONG the tall grass-blades the dew is gleaming,

And warm autumnal sunlight's faded charm Blooms in the hedgerow with its wild fruit steaming ; Through still affectionate mists the chimneyed farm Sends a thin spire of incense up the blue ; The ploughshare paints brown lines across the tone Of mellowed stubble, and in me and you Time's mechanism jolts from stone to stone.

ROMILLY JOON.