Other formats

    Adobe Portable Document Format file (facsimile images)   TEI XML file   ePub eBook file  

Connect

    mail icontwitter iconBlogspot iconrss icon

The Spike or Victoria University College Review

Vesper

Vesper

I.
I'm a franklin at seven,
When the curtain is drawn.
I enter my heaven,
Higher than the dawn;
With pipe and Stevenson,
When the day's work is done.

page 15

II.
Leaps my little Jean
So I cannot turn the page
Look! Her curls are between
Bozzy and the sage;
Keats I close, ere begun,
When the day's work is done.

III
One smile will await,
Like foam on the shore,
My tread soon or late.
I glean it evermore,
Like the dark world the sun,
When the day's work is done.

IV
Somewhere in my heart
There is born, there is born,
A still, diviner part
To lift me when forlorn—
When Love to me will run,
When the day's work is done.

V
Then we rush to a look
That is soft as the snow,
And clear as the brook
Where the moonbeams go
White as water's fun:
When the day's work is done.

VI
Then at last, then at last,
All toys put away:
With life overpast,
And night for the day:
Asleep we are one—
When the world's work is done.

Hubert Church.