The Spike or Victoria College Review 1940
The Heart Divided
The Heart Divided
My mind sways with the wind, this way and that,
Caught in the passion of the stormy trees;
Eddying, trembling, in the frantic airs,
With no chart's aid upon those darkened seas;
There, cloaked in the wild stars, the anxious moon
Peers through her fingers, making gleams of light
In the tossed skies; and on my dusky mind
Scribbles her silver pencil in its night.
Tender and pitiful, the white moon heeds
The panic of the stars; the urgent gale
Storming for power, she aids the striving wrack,
Shedding a light to follow where she leads
To make decision. Would my heart might sail
With such bright lanthorns cast upon the track!
K.N.N.