The Spike or Victoria University College Review June 1918
Though Inland Far We Be
Though Inland Far We Be
Like flakes of snow when April sun laughs out,
Like leaves caught up and dancing in the breeze,
Behind the plough they throng, a careless route
Of jolly pirates that have quit the seas
And turned inland, to smell the broken earth
And catch what booty lies in that brown wake;
Or, circling on ahead, to ring with mirth
The ploughman's path, till he his way must take
Through clouds of flashing wings, as though there sped
A heavenly robber-band around his head.
Mary E. Pumphrey, Scotland, 1917.