23 APRIL 1932, Page 17

Poetry

Prelude in E Minor (Chopin)

Praul.tes it is a silent garden where The ghost of smiling childhood starts up from The rank grown grass and flowering weeds, or some Old image knelling sadness mid the fair Of life ; or when beside some grave a prayer Is sighed ; or when, alone, the bleak vision Of waves that eaoine the slow eternal song Heard all night through, the saddest theme to hear.

Was this the saddest music that he heard I I hear the waves within its harmony, In the recurring phrase, the minor third, The modulation and monotony Of rhythm, chords and theme. The waves have surged Upon the shore. I hear the sea, his sea.

IRENE