CREATION.

Shannon News, 10 June 1924, Page 4

CREATION.

I did not dream That violins could... liold so much romance. Until some'happy chance Betrayed to mo ono night the covert gleam From an old hddlemaker's crazy shop, Hid in* a court oil Fleet Street, where the 'buses stop: And as we talked in friendly wise, my heart Went out to him, so kindly-eyed was he, So joyously (he bondslave of his art, ■ That violins now hold new thrall for me, Remembering that rare benignity. 1 clid not know There could be in yellow daffodil Such poetry, until Amid my wanderings I chanced to go Through-a- dark arch —that disappeared forthwith— Into the dreamland workshop where God is the smith; And there I marked how tenderly He wrought The curve of leaf and petal, how He spent Over those golden trumpets lingering thought, Each tiniest calyx horn of His intent- — Now every yellow field's a sacrament. —Kennedy Williamson, iu the British Weekly.