25 JULY 1952, Page 10

Bellerophon

Bellerophon rode Pegasus almost to the sun, where- upon Jove sent a gad-By to cure him of presumption.

The glare dazzling my eyes, This strong force battling under me Dragging me to the skies Delirious-eager, half-afraid, Aware of might, joy, power, ecstasy !

And at the sun, something went wrong. The brute-power turned against me, Reared, threw me, flung me headlong Down the deep sky, the sheer abyss of air, Still with my sense awake, still too aware.

INNES Rrrcum.