20 MARCH 1942, Page 11

HYPERION TO A SATYR

I AM your Ganymede, page, buffoon, Your satellite and mirror-moon, The light reflecting stream wherein Your changing image may be seen, Your Echo and your Psyche true, Your Sancho and your Palamon.

So, my Sweet Sun, pray you, note well— The sun eclipsed—the moon is dull ;

The leaden echo from the voice proceeds And Sancho follows where Don Quixote leads.

SHEHA SHANNON.