... One rose till after snowtime O'erlooked the sodden grass Now crocuses are twenty, With spear and torch a plenty, To keep our Candlemas. So thin the winter greyness, So light the sleep forlorn, No seventh week uncloses Between the martyr roses, And crocus newly born. All doubt is hushed for ever (Confuted without sound), All ruin featly ended, When bulbs begin their splendid Gay muster ...

... By Margaret Sackville My heart and purse are heavy And I must trudge to town. With slow and dragging foot-steps-- For both so weigh me down. When heart and purse are lighter I'll dance the miles away, But that will be to-morrow, And this is still to-day. My pence, like love, III squander, And spend my heart like gold. So shall be plagued with neither Good luck! when I am old! ...

... There be poets in plenty have sung in the praise Of the famous old names out of Old Navy days, Of Victory, Temeraire, Ajax, Orion, Colossus, Calliope, Tiger, and Lion But it's hard, you'll acknowledge, to rhyme you the fame Of a craft that has never so much as a name, But simply appears on the tale of the sea As H.M. Torpedo Boat (One, Two, or Three) Likewise our destroyers have names which ...

... . Over the ice we fly On shoes of shining steel. Dusk dims to grey the sky- Over the ice we fly. Hope in our heart beats high The Christmas joy -bells peal Over the ice we fly On shoes of shining steel. Arm crossed with arm we go Careless of Time or ruth: Blood of our hearts aglow Arm crossed with arm we go. Dazzled by virgin snow And the shining eyes of youth, Arm crossed with arm we go ...

... THE QUEEN MARY'S MAIDEN VOYAGE The Giant Liner Gets Ready to Enter Service on the Western Ocean A Special Colour Section of The Sphere Speed You Well We have watched her long a-building, Silent we saw her lie Waiting her hour in the shipyard While the troubled years went by We have heard the deep voiced thunder Of the crowded shores' acclaim, When she went at last to the water With a Royal ...

... I fRELAND j I Twas the dream of a God, 1 j the mould of His hand, That you shook 'neath His stroke, I That you trembled and broke J To this beautiful land. Here He loosed from His hold A brotvn tumult of wings, Till the wind on the sea j ore the strange melody Of an island that sings. hie made you all fair, I I v °f tn purple and gold, tn silver and green, I' eye that has seen I I Without ...

... He sang to them all the summer In his cage on the whitewashed wall The noonday sun beat on it, He had no shelter at all. He must have longed for the meadows And woodlands green and dim, But the joys of flight and freedom Were never again for him. He sang to them all the summer, Sang all the songs he knew The air was blithe with their cadence, Perhaps they cheered him too. Penned in his wicker ...

... By P. G. N. Ommanney We hold our white arms out to them To the great ships sailing by; We call to them, and we. sing for them, But they pass with the sea wind flying And the sailors leaning over the side Say Hark to the sea birds crying. Oh, onc^ I loved a sailor man Hark to the wind a-wailing I saw him oft in a great white ship That went by, swiftly sailing. The tides they carried him up to ...

... . Dost thou hear, de Ros, Pembroke, dost thou hear The Syrian wind unfolds the Cross Above the Sepulchre. In dappled purbeck cold Your silent lips are hewn; But now they whisper as of old Beneath the jewelled moon. Thou hearest, Magnaville, And Gilbert, thou hast heard The carven sur:coats throb and thrill, The sheathed swords are stirred. And Lion-heart, hearest thou, Afar in Fontevraud? Thy ...

... i i A splash of colour in the clingy street i From which a scent blows fresh and sweet Blades of green and a blur of gold While the shy is gr y and the wind is cold Kirtles of green and hoods with frills, Daffodils, sweet daffodils! And the tide of life goes on its way, J But somewhere there's a golden ray i As of sunshine within the street f And the life of the city is made more sweet, J ...

... VERSES The house of life all empty is, Its doors and windows he apart, No sounds stir in its passages, No whisper moves within its heart. Here rests a vase with empty cup, And yonder on the floor's wide space A flower that Love had lifted up To be the spirit of the place. The singing birds are hushed or flown, All scents and fragrances are fled And like grim statues made of stone The pillars ...

... A New Poem by H. D. i. On the paved parapet You will step carefully From amber stones to onyx Flecked with violet, Mingled with light, Half showing the sea-grass And sea-sand underneath, Reflecting your white feet And the gay strap crimson As lily-buds of Arion, And the gold that binds your feet. II. You will pass Beneath the island disk (And myrtle-wood, The carved support of it) And the ...