The Spike or Victoria College Review 1940
The Laughing Heart
The Laughing Heart
All the wild tides of loneliness and pain,
Breaking on desolate shores, sigh out their tears,
Breathing a murmurous cadence to the stars,
Grieving in memory of the fading years;
And tortured fancies struggle in the flood
Of darkened waters, crowned with transient foam,
While the wise heavens stretch their gentle hands
To sooth those hearts which beat in vain for home.
The laughing heart rides on the crested waves,
Moving in rapture with the power and rise
Of the brave waters; lifting silver brows
In a wild wonder to the magic skies—
Breathless with beauty, shaken with delight,
At the rich day born of so fair a night!
K.N.N.