The Spike or Victoria College Review 1940
Expedition
Expedition
Beyond the twisted trees in the damp ravines,
mist-hoarding and moss-sunken,
past the broken tracks and the swollen rivers,
The striving through thickets,
We have come upon the summit. Here
no longer still in purple shade of parasitic branch, here
On the bare stone we can at last
Look sun and day in the face.
Here is no leaf-trodden path
To dull the ardour of the burning rock,
No wooded copse hung over the broken shale
to ward off energy of sun
Or chill and lifeless second sight of moon.
Here there is only life and non-life, here
Have we come.
K.J.H