28 JUNE 1946, Page 12

INDIFFERENCE

Tint same unclouded sky and murmuring sea, The dappled shade beneath thewind-bent tree— Just one short year ago since he Was here with me : My friend, Who came to share a summer day Of sea and sun. We climbed the hill and lay Just here to rest and say .

The things friends may ; To drift on drowsy noontide's flood, and fall To dreams, and wake to hear the curlews call. The murmur of the sea was like a wall Set round it all....

Strange that 'today the sunlight and the sea Are still the same, And that no hint of grief should be, Save that lone curlew's cry—yet he Will come nd more with me. F. Y. WALTERS.