Then he curses all singing there, with the mad moon searching for the gleam
Of dead faces
Under the trees
In the trampled grass....
as in his 'Last Song,' written three days before the 'Nocturne,' he had said that all his songs had left him—they could not stay 'among the filth and weariness of the dead'—
Only a madman sings
When half of his friends lie asleep for the rain and the dew.
There are moods as dark and as bitter in the poems of Cameron Wilson, but there is not less of tenderness and spiritual beauty in them, with the added charm of a quaint humour and a serene, uplifting philosophy. Before the war he was a schoolmaster, as the delightfully playful-serious little series of poems, 'The Sentimental Schoolmaster,' at the end of his Magpies in Picardy, might of itself have told you, for it could have been written only by a real schoolmaster thinking of real boys who had been his pupils. No sooner was the war-drum sounding than
