The Spike or Victoria University College Review 1934
Silences
Silences
There is a golden silence in the wane
Of sunlit hours in a dim library,
Glowing with autumn s wistful alchemy
And softly filtering through a coloured pane.
Peace steals into the heart as music fades
In evening dusk, dissolving all we knew
Of conflict through the long day, in the blue
Silence that deepens with the darkening shades.
Black silence thrills the air before a storm
Bursts in the expectant hills, and sweeps the trees,
Loneliness broods grey as the breathless seas
Shrouded in mist, empty of life or form.
Yet these are forgotten in the mystery,
The silvered quiet, of perfect sympathy.
—M.P.P.