25 JUNE 1932, Page 6

A Prospect

UNSURE as dawn after a night of rain,

Cold, overcast, with yet a hint of breaking In the cloudy masses ; Pregnant with hope ; a patch of light on water, Turning it green ; a besom of a breeze Whipping the withered grasses.

But still uncertain—as in late September

Out of the salt southwest a stiffening blast

Shrills, while the light is dying, Across a tattered yellow sky ; the ocean Presages ill with a long, sullen swell, And the gulls begin their crying.

JOHN LLITNELL.