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The Spike: or, Victoria University College Review, October 1918

Over the Kelburn Hill

Over the Kelburn Hill

Over the Kelburn Hill I came,
swinging along on the upland path.
Overhead were the grey clouds, big with rain
leaving the roads where the puddles shone under the lamps.
Twilight was deepening into night
And the hill loomed dark in front.
Dim was the swirl of the wind, I topped the hill
And below shone the lamps of the town—
(The ugly little town penned by its shepherding hills.)
Gold lamps, magic lamps, strings of fairy lights;
Glinting threads intermingling;
Daring little twinkles, running up the hills;
Golden pebbles of light on the shore of the bay:
Lights of Wellington Town,
Seen from a wind-swept hill, when darkness falls.
Have you seen them?
Come in lonely hour, in the austere light,
And stand with the wind awhile.
Then you will the wind awhile.
Then you will walk very slowly down the hill
wonder-wrapt in the beauty of familiar things.

M. L. N.