At least this movement--we do not use the word in the sense of "organised movement" or "school"--has had the luck of early recognition and careful fostering. There are faults to be found with this as with the three earlier volumes of the series, but, in a world which has produced no faultless anthology, we ought not to expect the first to be a collection of contemporary verse. No one will be able to look through the book without objections rising to his lips. Every reader will want this or that poet omitted, this or that included. There are few readers of anthologies who do not find, on mature consideration, that they could have done the work better themselves, and this would be just if, in fact, anthologists worked only for themselves. But to E. M. we must assign the credit of having carried through an exceedingly difficult task with as few mistakes as could be thought possible. He has the extra distinction of having foreseen seven years ago the beginning of a "liveliness" which has justified him by enduring until at this moment it shows no signs of recession. He would be no doubt the last person to claim the invention, or even the discovery, of the "Georgian" movement. But he might reasonably claim, and, if he does not, the honour must be thrust upon him, to have provided it with a means of growing naturally and without undue extravagance. NEW POEMS. By IOLO ANEURIN WILLIAMS. Methuen. 3_s._ 6_d._ net. Mr. Williams' first book of poems, published four years ago, was a quite little book, noticeable for some polished little songs with a Caroline or Queen Anne air. His tastes have remained the same; his capacity for writing has developed; he paints miniatures, and his ingenuity expends itself on the elaboration and variation of the frames. The frontier between success and non-success is narrow in this kind of work; a slight flaw ruins all, and Mr. Williams does not always escape collapse. But _Alice_ and _Song_ are of a neatness and completeness which would do credit to the best of the Queen Anne practitioners. _The Country Songs_ is a fragment of what may become a really excellent celebration of our folk-songs, and _Rocks_ and _Astronomy_, though still with something of the song in them, let delicate plummets into deeper waters. The image of the rock, doomed to decay, yet The lizard's immortal friend, And deathless to the flower, is happy _Astronomy_ we quote in full: Jupiter may be that or this Of stars that shine in heaven, Neptune a mere hypothesis, And Saturn one of seven. They will not make the dark less bright, For names I do not know; Nameless the stars across the night In nameless beauty go. Over my head their vault is bent-- A mirror and a screen-- An ever fresh prefigurement Of glory past the seen. It is an unambitious and uneven but very pleasant little book. THE WAR POEMS OF SIEGFRIED SASSOON. Heinemann. 3_s._ 6_d._ net.