24 NOVEMBER 1923, Page 17

POETRY.

THE CHANGING HEART.

MY thoughts fly to you like the clouds

Or like their shadows on the ground, Yet, cloudlike still, my mind enshrouds And dims the form its swiftness found.

And many times my thoughts have raced From Arden or the fields of war, From where the sleek and brazen-faced Pale gods of Buddh and Nippon arc.

Art thou a woman, less or more, Or goddess of some ancient clan, Such as in sleep the Rhymer saw And loved and followed for a span ?

None art thou and yet all of these

That host at will the enchanter's art To take the moment's shape to please And enter so the changing heart.

CHARLES GnAvEs.