17 FEBRUARY 1933, Page 12

Poetry

ReveilM

LIKE a bright bomb the dawn explodes across the boundaries of night to leave entaagled in your hair the silver shrapnel of the light.

Poised on the frontier of sleep, your sentry spirit feels the sun and flashes out code-messages telling your limbs the day's begun.

So will you wake and I beside

shall hear your laugh, like bugles, sound reveille, while the Spring, without, rouses its squadrons from the ground. - Ittem,tia) GObDMAN.