The Spike or Victoria University College Review June 1926
Juliet awakes, and solemnly and sweet
Her voice makes music on a sacred night,
Or Faust looks on the stainless Marguerite,
Poised on a powerful alchemy dim height.
Now swart Othello sees his passion fade.
Strikes, and is left with passion's empty husk;
Cyrano brings his love to Christian's aid
And lutes sob out their strain in deepening dusk.
Silent they sit, mouths moving, minds agape,
Black coats, white shoulders, furs, a jewelled glitter.
"I don't care for it." "What a jolly cape."
"Vanilla ones are nicer." "This is bitter."
On women's laps the chocolate boxes resting,
Their half-chewed dinners quietly digesting.