The Spike: or, Victoria University College Review, September, 1922
Over the hill's green crest I strode—
Evening was in the sky—
Down fell the road to the misty town
Homeward and down swung I.
Behind were the hills and the shining sea,
In front were the hills and dark—
But I saw a miracle in the sky
Ringed with those ramparts stark.
There was a lake of molten gold
Flung on that plain of blue
Oh, how it glowed and throbbed for me—
How bright its brightness grew!
Its waves they splashed within my heart
I was all drenched in flame—
Fell back that sea: faded that light;
Stars pricked the solemn frame.
J. C. B.