The Spike or Victoria University College Review June 1925
Happiness
Happiness
Lo, the clouds steal by
White against the sky,
Bluest black;
Full, the moon on high
Smiles with me.
Brightest stars aloof,
Radiantly roof
Autumn's night;
Loving life, I move
Joyously.
Far beyond this earth
The stars give birth—
Bliss, their babe.
Breezes dance with mirth,
Water sings.
Sleep, oh quickly come!
Far from this small room
Let me soar,
Fleeting ever, dumb
With ecstasy.
—M.L.