18 JUNE 1932, Page 13

Forest and Field

THE grass within the grove

Knows neither hate nor love.

Only the sterner fear Does show its shadow here.

Only a tortuous dream Disturbs the blackened stream.

Peace fiercer than death Scatters its poisoned breath Over the hidden face Of this dark prison place.

But in the travelled field Hate hardens to a shield, The energy that grows To shade the sullied rose.

And love breaks in the seed Of each unbidden weed.

The meadow unalone Grows sturdier than stone And death at last destroys The peaceless fearless joys.

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