20 SEPTEMBER 1930, Page 20

Morning Moon

DAWN came and snatched away a million stars, And on a canvas pale as far-seen blue . *. . Framed in the branches of the deodars With leaves a-quiver newly washed in dew. . . Painted white bulging palaces, and bars

Of gold to fringe the crimson avenue.

High up, where wheeling vultures kept their tryst, The night had left some tiny strips of grey ; In front were terraces of amethyst Where yesterday the shadowed mountains lay.

And at their feet stretched silver lakes of mist Round which clung tiny clouds, as flowers gay. . . • And yet, a lame experimentalist, That ineffeCtual moon did still persist. A. R. U.