17 OCTOBER 1925, Page 22

POETR Y

THE PRISONER

Watch, brothers, for the Upward sun And the -wide purple of -the sea,

Wait for the streaming hunt ; and when It breaks in tight bring word to me.

I too have walked beneath the skies When morning sang among the throats Of clattering. birds. My heart has beat In equal time to their clean notes.

In the One night I watched the sea Drum where it whitened on the shore ; And knew the march of distant lights Till eyes and sense could strain no more.

Now in the aching toils for sin A broken heart can Wish you 'well. Keep all you know -for memory's sake Lest 'you - should come- to this' blind cell.- ASHLEY S.A3EPSON. •