Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 9, No. 9. July, 24, 1946
Does the broken river bend beneath the trees?
They hang along the water rippling a thousand wakes.
Do the rounded weeds that coat the tide
Feel the soft reflection beyond the willows.?
They spread the river and catch the floating twigs.
Take thy bout and row till the rocks refuse you.
Go there underneath the trees, and feel
The wind like an ancient breath long stored
In a cooled cave. And there you may watch in the water
Till you know every corner of growth, each tangle of hair.
The world will not listen while you understand.
There'll be no rest from rocking, no echo to sing.
I would have, loved like a glory
Are the days the same? Are you smiling?