6 AUGUST 1921, Page 16



THERE is no swifter thing in light

Than the twin birds' flight.

When with such airy grace They cleave th' ethereal space, Sudden as meteors dropping thro' the dark, And leaving in their track no trailing spark,

They flash, like crescent scimitars afar—

Dreamlike, they were ; but who shall say they aro ?

Mercurial divers, shattering summer air, Appearing now, but now to disappear ; Sinking like plummets in the green abyss, Whose bosky harbourage they never miss.

Soundless they leave the sun-drowsed world apart, Into a quivering sea of green to dart, Soon in some dins, umbrageous citadel Their age-old tale of leafy loves to toll.