The Spike: or, Victoria University College Review, October 1916
Love's Wizardry
Love's Wizardry.
The silence rosing on a bunch of cloud
Above quick seas that stain pink cheeks of shell
On shrouding drifts of sand. The silence proud
Which every heartbeat knows, but will not tell,—
That silence have I felt beneath your spell,
O Wizardry of Love, one day you take
And wrap my gold and purple in a shroud,
The next you plunge them in a radiant well.
A shroud, a radiant well, a silence deep;
In truth, I cannot fathom what you are.
Horizons purple, seas in gold light break,
And over all there hangs a silent star.
—M.E.H.