The Spike or Victoria College Review October 1929
Within the garden's overflowing green
My home endures the noontide's fiercest heat;
Among the trees, close by yon shady seat,
The boy doth from his leaf-strewn ladder lean,
And scarcely heard, as he is quite unseen,
Clips lazily the dusty hedge; while e'en
The birds have stayed an hour their singing sweet.
With tousled hair, burnt cheeks, and sandy feet,
The children come from bathing, hunger-keen.
Uninterrupt the sunlight earthward pelts;
Inside—soft butter on the table melts.
But that is far, and here in gloom am I,
Beguiling warmth from laggard coals that lie
Within a wintry grate. It's cold and dark,
And through the pane the trees show naked, stark.