The Spike or Victoria University College Review 1932
Awakening
Awakening
I have been glad to-day;
Felt the light laughter of the wind,
Which dreamed, and lost its way,
And then awoke to find
A spirit-veil of mist along the shore,
Deathly and blank and blind . . .
My spirit awoke from dreams
Of beauty dead and passed beyond recall
And danced in the sunlight beams
That shimmered over all
The changing smoothness of the sea
Where lucent shadows fall.
O perfect loveliness! My soul was free
To skim and soar across the dreaming sea
Then lie enshrouded in its mystery.
—M. P. P.