27 MARCH 1936, Page 14

Victory

Two Poems

DESOLATE are the fields of standing corn,

Lonely the twilit hills, and broken The oaken lintel ; Hushed are the harrying angels.

Silent, their vanguard halts : There is no trap, Lonely the placid stream and sorrowing hills, Empty the tborp, the Barth untended.

Desolate are the ways their spirit walks,. Desolate the road toward no city ; For this they came ; The lonely islands and deserted seas.