The Spike: or, Victoria College Review September 1921
Written During a (?) Lecture
Written During a (?) Lecture.
Clouds that drift slowly in the evening sky.
Dark forms and ragged in the delicate blue
Like weary travellers that at last come nigh
The longed-for city gates they journey to—
Or like a ship that lets her cable fall
Down cool deep peaceful fathoms after days
And many days of ocean voyage—all
Is over now; she swings in harbour ways;
Whal port did yon put out from, errant bark?
What fair aerial city in the morn
That you have followed windy highways now
A many leagues, grey wanderers, heaven-borne,
From one bright world's edge to another dark?—
Still you move on, and cross the hill's black brow