The Spike or Victoria College Review 1940
Wizardry
Wizardry
Grotesquely twisted, gnarled and old
like dwarfs the silver birches crouch on the crest of the hill;
cowering from their enemy the wind
they snarl and curse, and through the winter are afraid.
But I think they were maidens enchanted by a magician—
because when I walked in the spring to-day
on the crest of the hill I found a ballet of virgins
dancing in exquisite purity of movement
to the music of a young wind.
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