The Spike or Victoria University College Review September 1927
Midwinter II
Midwinter II.
My heart doth leap
With joy so deep,
I have no words.
The crook of winter's arm doth hold
Days of clear midsummer gold
Asleep, asleep;
Then swift as uncaged birds,
Dawn on his wings
The east wind springs,
Airy and chill,
He rustles through the frosty leaves,
Clear in the mist his trail he weaves
Where'er it clings
On every sleeping hill.
Then lovely Day
In gold array
Comes shyly forth,
And with midsummer ecstasy
Out shines the sun abundantly.
Olympians, immortals we,
Beneath thy sway
Most lovely Day!
—M.L.
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