2 JANUARY 1932, Page 17

Poetry

Requiem

MIDNIGHT has come across the open tide

And struck the old year dead. On the shore side I stand remindfully ; but no bell swings.

No altar fills the sky and no voice sings A melody. I would spread arms apart, Light tapers there and crucify my heart.

Then all the stars in heaven could kneel around And the great organ of the deep resound.

ABIILEY SAMPSON.