The Spike: or, Victoria University College Review, June 1916
Hope
Hope.
How do I know fair Hope did wake
One early morning in my flowers?
There came a breeze: before it died
The gloss upon the pansy's leaf
Did ripple in a silent wave,
The garden poppy raised her head,
The honeysuckle bushes stirred,—
I wonder if the breeze will come again.
—M. E. H.