The Spike: or, Victoria University College Review October 1911
Evening
Evening.
The wavelets lapped on the harbour shore,
And the sky to the west grew red,
As the crimsoned clouds of an amorous eve
Blushed as Apollo fled.
The blush died out of the western sky
And the love-star glist'ning above,
Sent a world-old message to children of earth,
"Drink deep of the cup of love."
Drink deep o'er the love-cup's foaming brim
With its sparkling bubbles of joy,
Bringing laughing-eyed visions of red-kissed lips
And loves that never cloy.
And two who walked where the wavelets lapped
O'er the shore, read the message aright:
And the love-star set o'er the day's dying eve—
But Love reigned queen o'er the night.
—Piri.