A POET.

Dominion, Volume 4, Issue 1037, 28 January 1911, Page 9

A POET.

Znto .1 tissue of rememberod things He weaves tho moonbeams and tho threads of mist, . 'Arid colours it with sweet imaginings, '

Cloudy embroideries, by sunset kissed. He sees among tho dewdrons on the ferns '■; The fleeting prototype of, children's tears, And in the music of tho running burns The,pent-up laughter of a thousand

, years/ tho deari. familiar paths ho knows, , Tho sigh that marks.the crossing of the way, The dreams that haunt the petals of the

rose, ; And all the wonders of a quiet day: , v So glide away tho years with minstrelsy— Tho magic of his boundless fantasy. -Eleanor Eshor, in, the "Westminster '-,-■■-, Gazette."

SEEKING BEAUTY. Cold winds can never freeze, not thunder sour The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me Out of those azure Heavens and this green Earth-. I drink and drink, and thirst the moro I see. , .

So see the dewdrops thrill the blades of grass, ■Hakes my: who'o body shake; for hero's my choice Of either sun or shade, and both are green— A Chaffinch laughs in his melodious voice. /

The banks are stormed by Speedwell, that blue flower ; ■ So like a littlo Heaven with one star out; - I seo an amber lake of. Buttercups, And Hawthorn foams the hedges ■: round about.

The old Oak-tree looks' now so green and . : young, -.- That even Swallows perch awhile and ■ sing: .... This is that time of year, so sweet and warm, • When Bats wait not for Stars ere they take 'wing. ' ..

As long as I love Beauty I am young, Am young or. "bid as I lovo more or '■ .. , less;, ;.:■■'■' '.';■' .-,. When Beauty is not heeded or seems stale, My life's a cheat, let Death end my distress. ,'-'.•

—William- H. Davies, in the "Westminster Gazette."