The Spike or Victoria University College Review June 1926
I have set my feet to follow a broken path,
From the sun in the groves below I have turned my face,
There will be no children's voices around my hearth
And the wind itself shall have more an abiding place.
But ever I follow on till the darkness falls
The ineluctable spirit of things unknown,
And I do not greatly care if none recalls
Whither it led; I shall sleep in the end alone.