The Spike or Victoria University College Review Silver Jubilee 1924
Into the windows of my mind
Peer the old ghosts of yesterday,
Knowing I'm not inclined
To heed one word they say.
At any time it is the same,
In open air or room or hall—
If it were once they came
I should not mind at all.
Their eyes can read the subtle book
That is bound up within my heart;
And love resents a look
When love has played its part.
Strangely I feel their knowing stares
Through every single fibre run —
These things as thin as hairs
Held upward in the sun.
Were I to throw them in the sea
They would come back upon the foam,
Because they're part of me—
They have no other home,