The Spike or Victoria University College Review 1934
You Laughed
You Laughed
I sang my song, you laughed, I sang no more.
The sky had lost its blue, the sea was grey,
The cawing of the sea birds told its tale
Of coming storm and winter in the vale,
I thrust you from my mind to no avail,
The cawing of the birds became a wail,
You laughed.
I spoke my part, you laughed, I said no more.
The hills were drab, trees lost their majesty,
A passer-by spoke praises of the day,
The Hills, the wheeling sea birds in the bay,
Forget you—but my mind would not obey,
The cawing of the sea birds seemed to say
You laughed.
—J.A.C.