The Spike or Victoria College Review June 1914
At Evening
At Evening.
At evening, when the last ray softly lingers
Among the burnished hills,
I see your smile;
The sunset sky seems painted by your fingers,
So ardently it thrills
O'er me awhile.
Although you are away so far, so far,
You seem here,
So calm and wise;
The liquid wells divine of every star
Reflected in the mere
Reveal your eyes.
—M.E.H.