22 JULY 1949, Page 14

THEY SINK SO DEEPLY INTO LIFE

They sink so deeply into Life, the children, Poets, heroes, saints ; Sinking, sinking, each past his own reflected And foreign face ; Then deeper, past the suicide's forbidden Drowned Star of grace, And the mad cold sea-flower Moon, that separated Lovers embrace.

Sinking so deeply, they can watch every motion, Slur, shadow, of Breath, Take sacrament too fine-spun for purely human Awareness ; Deep, deep.—And Love dare not miss them, nor question, Never dare guess How, at the deepest, they gaze on the Source, the Sun, And know it for Death. FRANCES BELLERBY.