Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol 7, No. 5 June 21, 1944
A Contribution
A Contribution
And still the morning hours in the waves
As grey and pale the darkness dies.
But all along the sand the whiteness shows
The broken sea..... Far plaintive cries
Of sea-birds fill the wind, and downward sweep
The white wings: on each curving glide
The day a little clearer, lighter comes.
The surge is dead—at still low tide....
On this wet world the sunrise casts its gleam
And streaks across the waiting sky
In straining blood-red scarves of savage fire.
The sea-gulls land, and cease their cry,
To strut with foolish dignity
About the pools of red that shade the sand,
Until the sun's rim gathers all the light
And day is there upon the sea and land.
—M.G.