The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 11, Issue 5 (August 1, 1936)
About when dawn came and the curtains paled
Someone was in my room, one light of foot
And small to slip through keyholes. Straight I lay
As marble women on their tombs, nor quailed
To hear those footfalls yelveted in grey.
So strange my bed, hung over the abyss,
So high the gusty steeps of dream… Then put
The wind his icy lips against my head,
In some caress, too absent for a kiss,
As those long blind, reach out for those long dead.
Over my breast, I felt the little palm
Wetted with rain stroke down, subdued and calm.
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