20 MARCH 1915, Page 19

POETRY.

LINES WRITTEN IN DEVON, JANUARY, 1915. Smollatio it is to see the snowdrops blossom, Startling to hear the throstles, once more, sing, As though this year our hearts were toned-to harbour The sights and sounds we used to love in spring. 0 blood-drenched, alien fields in France and Flanders, 0 graves unknown where our young heroes lie, You hold our vision, you are present, actual— The near is distant, the remote is nigh.

ELLA FELLER MAITLAND.