25 JANUARY 1935, Page 21

Hedge in Winter

SHELTERING a man the unkempt hedge, This ebony-gleaming .weather, Draws with a long, hoar edge Cold cloud, cold field together.

The cloud bank crumbles into a firth Of profound silver, the man clings To dark field, to his denser cloud, to earth • Fearing the lit hedge may lend it wings.

Bowxs LYON.