YOUNG ICARUS.

Otago Witness, Issue 3774, 13 July 1926, Page 74

YOUNG ICARUS.

Throughout the of the mmotaur Sleep lay on every leafThe sea was but a thin green bar Strewn with a ravelled grain, a eheaf Ot glinting morning gold. Young Icarus, with fingers whittled cold, Raised up an aro of feather, And Dredalus, with fingers comer, Fastened the wings upon his eon together, And blessed each burdened shoulder. The dawn slid in upon the sea and foapaed Against the bou.dered dark, And up the .loom an eagle roamed, Screaming at lowered stars, while winged, stark. Lithe Icarus took heed: “Not high, not low, but midiilo is our teed, Stay between cloud and cloud. . . . But suddenly dark Dsedalus, amazed, Opened his wings and with a warning loud Cried to a light that blazed. Youn “3 aloft, a crystal spear, She - tiie pallid hour. The ro eagle shied in fear And spiraled downward, outward from a shower Of splinter-laden light. And then, upon the pinnacle of sight, A spark shot fire and broke. And down tho zenith’s azure wall Careened an arrow with a head of smoke That slanted in the fall. Old Daedalus flung out his knotted srms, But far away was he • From where, amid the gull-alarms The body of his son unlocked the sea With (lame-surrendered wings. Old Dsedalus flew on • • . and many things He gave the children of his land Before the distant waves had spun A covering of shell and weed and sand For what he gave the sun. —George O’Neil, in the New Republic.