19 JANUARY 1924, Page 15

FLY NOT TOO LOW.

FLY not too low, 0 Cloud Fly not too low,

The jealous earth has lifted her tall towers To touch thy fragile beauty with her woe, Breaking thy loveliness in weeping showers.

Nor fly too low, 0 Lark !

Or, if thou must to sombre earth descend, Hide beauty in the dark, Thy song in silence end.

Stay 'mid thy clouds, 0 Love !

In thy sheer heights, 0 Song !

Secure above, Unseen yet strong.

Not as a thought Captive within the forecourt of my mind, Nor in crude speech confined Would I behold thee, stay !

As summer's cloud untaught, Full-fanned upon the bosom of the day, Unseen yet part divined.

T. A. COLLIN13.