16 MARCH 1912, Page 19

POETRY,

IN MARCH. WHAT! are daisies out again ! And along the low-browed lane Star-rayed kingcups lure with gold Tiny hands from mother's hold.

When such stars are fallen shining To the earth, needs no divining Of astrologer or seer To declare that Spring is near.

Hark! the thrush proclaims it proudly !

And the lark tells heaven loudly "Spring is coming • Spring is here! And it eometh every year !

Every year ! yes, every year !"

F. W. BOURDILLON.