19 NOVEMBER 1927, Page 13
A Fire of Cherry Logs
I Avn.r. burn cherry-logs thro' starry hours, Shut in this shadowed house when winds blow cold.
I will burn cherry-logs, to smell like flowers, And bring back days of old.
Ah, lovely the morning orchards by the river
Sweet larks uprising where the rainbow gleams • • • I will burn cherry-logs and burn forever
The old, unrestful dreams.