7 DECEMBER 1918, Page 15

POETRY.

'THE -BATTALION IS NOW ON REST.

" WALKING the village street, to watch the stars and find Some peace like the Old peace, some south for soul and-mind; The noise of laughter strikes me as I move on my way -Towards England—Westward—and the last glow of day.

-And here is the-end of houses. I turn on my heel, And stay-where those-voices:a moment made me feel As, I Were on Cotswold, with nothing else to do Than stare at the old houses, to taste the night-dew;

-To :answer friendly zreetipgs- from rough voices -kind . . . '0 one may try for ever to be calm and -resigned, -Aged blind at evening sets the poor heart-on fire—

Or -a face, a-sunset—with the old hot --desire.

Ivor Gtnursr,