The Spike: or, Victoria College Review 1912
Spring in Wellington
Spring in Wellington.
I shall walk by gracious way,
By the parks and pleasant places,
Look for yellow daffodils,
And the sweet, pale primrose faces.
I shall walk the Terrace slope.
Where a garden fair is blowing,
Lusty pear-trees massed with bloom,
Blossoms on the grass a-snowing.
I shall walk by Kelburne Park,
See the willows gowned in green there,
Bending, breeze-kissed, o'er the creek,
Nodding at the beauty seen there.
I shall walk on Wadestown Hills,
Where the pink-tipped daisy's growing,
And the sweet and golden gorse
Sets a hill-side slope a-glowing.
I shall walk the house-filled streets,
Walk by wharves and coalyards grimy,
Looking for Spring's radiance
In the faces passing by me.
I shall wander homeward then,
Back to Kelburne's wind-swept spaces,
Bearing with me in my mind
Thoughts of weary, work-worn laces.