The Spike Golden Jubilee Number May 1949
Bird is Prophet
Yes, there will be singing, morning and evening,
And at noon forgetfulness in the silence.
But now suddenly
Shattering the heat the bird's song,
And in a clear moment
Comes the knowledge, the certainty.
Music flung boldly into the half-light,
This is to be expected;
Standing in the street or under the trees,
We can bear that violence,
Softly or loudly wrought.
But against this sudden song
We are defenceless.
The bird is the prophet.
Music the certainty.
Except it Die, it Abideth Alone
Dying and dead the wheat
Deep in the ground lying
Mourns not life past;
Seeing in Spring the green
Under the wind sighing,
And gold at last.