POETRY.
POETRY AND THE SUBCONSCIOUS.
Dena is the mind's deep dwelling, Roofed and walled and floored With ancient rock. There water, slowly welling Or slowly dripped, is stored In a. dim, deep, dreaming pool Unvexed by rain. or sunlight or the cool Wings of the winds, untroubled by joy or grieving,
Or the bitterness or the ecstasy of living. Till the -White • young -bathers. come, warily treading, Lovely; desired; with rosy flesh
Like the apple-bloom on the grey bough spreading In April, and their feet refresh Like April the grey desert place.
But when seitli a-sudden freakish 'grace '
They break the pool's long sleep in an airy flight Of diving, the dim pool takes light, Blooms to soft fire in a thousand curves unfurled That shed a glimmering beauty on roof and walls, And rouse in those stern halls Laughing music of water, and the death Of that dark underworld
Thrills harp-like with now ecstasy and the breath Of a thousand buds uncurled.
MenTne Auiestaoleo.
[NOT-E.—For my own satisfaction I asked Mr. Armstrong for the interpretation of his vision. The pool is the mind, particularly the subconscious mind ; the young bathers who trouble the water are the images and ideas conveyed in poetry. —POETRY EinToa.)
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