A Review In Hyde Park 1913. The Crowd Watches. Where The Trees Rise Like Cliffs, Proud And Blue-Tinted In The Distance, Between The Cliffs Of The Trees, On The Grey- Green Park Rests A Still Line Of Soldiers, Red Motionless Range Of Guards Smouldering With Darkened Busbies Beneath The Bay- Onets' Slant Rain. Colossal In Nearness A Blue Police Sits Still On His Horse Guarding The Path; His Hand Relaxed At His Thigh, And Skyward His Face Is Immobile, Eyelids Aslant In Tedium, And Mouth Relaxed As If Smiling - Ineffable Tedium! So! So! Gaily A General Canters Across The Space, With White Plumes Blinking Under The Evening Grey Sky. And Suddenly, As If The Ground Moved The Red Range Heaves In Slow, Magnetic Reply.