The Spike: or, Victoria College Review, September 1923
Lake Michigan
Lake Michigan
I walked beside the mighty Lake to-day,
Around her vastness was a rim of rue—
The crouching greyness of a storm at bay,
Her twisted Wavelets had a greyness too.
I think the melancholy landscape knew
The changing lake to be untrue to skies
That long had decked her with their inmost-blue,
And yet it knew no threats would calm her eyes,
Xo storm may hope to make inconstancy grow wise.
M.E.H.