The Spike: or, Victoria College Review, 1939
The mist submerging the peaks
Sends an errant eddy
Down each valley, and packs
Its condensing cloud against the steady
Bulwark of the wood.
These pliant waves are not long withstood.
Here is never heroic thunder
Drumming the macabre timber,
Never lightning swiftly certain
Nor curt onslaught by hail.
The patient hills lie passive under
The pale mist's condemning swirl.