29 NOVEMBER 1924, Page 14

POETRY;

DISTANCE

ARE those small silver tumps a town,

And are those dewdrops windows there ; Is that dark patch a hill or cloud, And which is earth, and which is air ? Lord, when I see a world so vast, This large, bewildering stretch of land ; The far-off fields, the clumps of woods, The hills as thin as clouds beyond— When I see this, I shrink in fear, That if I once but close my eye, The ends will sink, and leave me dazed Before a monstrous, empty sky

W. H. DAVIES.