22 AUGUST 1896, Page 17

POETRY.

A DIZAIN.

THINK not that blue Italian skies,

Or sunsets sinking over Rome, Can make a Northern heart despise The moors and valleys of its home.

Less bright the gorgeous faery dome Glitters, when it recalls in dream That grey old Church by Coquet's stream, And, in that city of the dead, Dark Southern eyes less brightly gleam Than English eyes in Winifred.

A. C. MEDD.