30 MAY 1914, Page 15

POETRY.

ENTRANCING STREAMS. BY His Great Name who fashioned it I know your face more exquisite Than Dante's love held in one phrase Of fierce Italian, sun-drenched praise That his revealing spirit lit. I love all rivers, East and West, And Holy Water priests have blest, And streams that fall, half dew, half air, Through silver mists the old hills wear, But quiet pools I love the beat That best reflect your face and hair.

I love all songs a man can hear Of waking sea or droning weir, And winds in forest-ways of France—

Most ancient poems of Romance ; I love still more your voice, my dear.

BEN KENDIDL