The Spike: or, Victoria College Review, September 1923
Moonlight from Kelburn
Moonlight from Kelburn
I have seen a glittering sword over the level sea,
Its haft, all velvet clad, inwrought with gems set curiously;
It tapered there far out to sea, beyond the setting tide,
Its whiteness took the soul of me, and there my spirit died.
It tapered from a winter's moon, hung in a low lit sky,
And plunged the darkling water through, to where the hilt did lie—
The night-clad hills of Wellington with all their jewelled lights,
Their song in the high wind overhead, oh night of a thousand nights!
R.F.F.