20 SEPTEMBER 1919, Page 15

POETRY.

THE RONOURS LIST.

AT Givenehy and Guinchy And the land that lies between, Where the little tree-girt townships And houses once were seen, You'll find an honours list, a serried row, With names unknown to you, and name' you know.

Maybe the men you find there Had never sought renown.

They only stayed behind there And laid their young lives down.

And left their records blazoned to the sky,

Where passing peasants look at them and sigh The honours list in England Seems somehow incomplete.

And all the gallant ribands Men wear along the street Fade out—fade out—and in my mind I see The names upon the lists of Givenc.hy. A. F. T.