4 MARCH 1922, Page 15

POETRY.

A MEMORY.

WHEN I was as high as that, I saw a poet in his hat.

I think the poet must have smiled At such a solemn, gazing child.

Now wasn't it a funny thing To got a sight of J. M. Synge, And notice nothing but his hat ? But life is often queer liko that.

L. A. G. Sraoxa.