The Spike: or, Victoria College Review, 1939
Liebeslied
Liebeslied
Beyond the light of ripening grain
Heavy with sun on an autumn plain
A moment in time—
Poised in the quivering soundless air,
And hushed like a song about to begin
Still, still...
Till a breathless beauty an exquisite joy
Poured from the harp of a woman's breast
Played by the hand of a peasant boy.
—E.M.B.