6 OCTOBER 1923, Page 17

POETRY.

THE YOUNG GIRL WEDDED.

LIKE that big bee droning Along the shadowed beams, Into my life Love blundered, Through my defence of dreams.

Into my life so quiet, Like a long loft where hidden My girlish thoughts fluttered,— All worldly else unbidden In that stealthy silence,— And only now and then Swift sunflecks of peculiar joys Danced and vanished again.

There Love the bee found me, Led the expectant throng, Till all my world resounded With their tumultuous song, And strange aching troubles I never knew before,

And hiving doubts and sorrows— But 0, the honey-store I

GERALD MILLER.