The Spike or Victoria College Review June 1930
Night
Night
When Night and her thousand shadows walk in the vale of dreams, Day is dead;
But when Night passes, Day wakes with his meadows and chattering streams, And the veil is shed.
When Death and the shadows of Po watch the dying agony Peace is near;
But when Life triumphs over the Grave and the cold Earth's canopy None may fear.
—S.J.B.