20 JUNE 1925, Page 17

POETRY

THE INTRUDER

QUIETLY film the cottage door he crept,

And slipped into the shadow of the night.

But as he fled, I called upon him, " Death Oh coward, have you touched them while they slept ? '!

The Shape heard nothing ; only crouched and fled.

Then I crossed the threshold ; trod the stair, And stood within the chamber of the dead. But when I looked ; Oh miracle of breath I The dark marauder had not halted there.

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