2 MAY 1885, Page 14

POETRY.

CO WPE R.

As o'er the hushed hills and the sleeping plain, After long hours, the weary watcher sees The night grow pale, and hears amid the trees The wind that swooned at even wake again ; While one by one the starry clusters wane, Till, lonely left, more silvery clear than these, Mild Phosphor rules the dawn's soft mysteries, Ushering in Hyperion's golden reign ; So, taking simple Nature for its theme, Thy gentle song, inspired with purpose high, Shot through the latter dusk a welcome gleam, Gracing afresh the realms of Poesy, And sparkling purely with its playful beam In herald-radiance told of Wordsworth nigh.

HERBERT B. GARROD.