Collegia – Ode 32: Usual Toil


Usual toil!
Quick as Kissacks
We turn in Physics
A bobbin for our coil.
Unusually hot,
Curious the weather
Fickle as feather;
To-morrow rain’s our lot.
Cloister grey
Echoes to snappy
Footsteps of happy
Men finished for the day.
Teacups clatter,
Eggs and tomatoes,
Anon chipped potatoes,
What does it matter?
Libby League –
I’ll beat him yet,
Or else forget
Why we remember Grieg!

5. 3. 1928