22 JANUARY 1927, Page 13

The Ally UNDER the arch of fear against the night

Love stood entreating; in her eyes there were The new-lit flames of dread. The promised years Swept with remorseless beauty over her.

Under the arch of power against the dawn Love knelt triumphant ; he, bereft of doubt, Beat on the flames that burned her, and all dread Passed into nothingness, and flickered out.

GWEN CLEAR.