15 JULY 1922, Page 15

POETRY.

Thu MURDERED FACE.

Wrr.tovr droops now her breast upon the breast Of waveless water, Leaning her cheek against that hueless cheek ; And her leaves speak Tender as .• silence when the least wind trembles And sinks at rest.

Floats on the stream the -rippled argent -round Of the full moon,

Following with slower mood the faltering tide. Willow's branches slide Deeper to -draw the moon close to her breast, In silver slumber.

But as a murdered face in agitation Of windy flaw The argent moon wrinkles in angry pain Eyes stare in dream of pain.

Wind on the willow's bosom falls and moans, Hides in a floating cloud the moon's torn face.

lone FREEMAN.