The Spike: or, Victoria University College Review, June 1916
A Little Place Apart
A Little Place Apart.
A little have I made me here,
Of tender, fragrant plants—none bright or gay—
And hither shall I come in twilight time
To dream awhile of the dear yesterday.
A little breeze comes whispering from the Past—
A magic whisper, wondrous, soft and sweet—
I kneel upon the path to closer come
To those dear blossoms growing at my feet.
A little scent of lavender, so faint;
And rosemary—that I pluck and hold
Thinking of you—Death came so soon to you . . .
Another breeze blows by. 'Tis strangly cold.
— M. L. N.