Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 10, No. 7. June 11, 1947
To Her
To Her
Your eyes are eloquent enough
Your hair as beautiful as most,
My lady, I could name a host
Of good, bad, mediocre stuff
That makes or does unmake you.
Your lips I've known warm,
Cool, sometimes salty, or afire
With swift, sudden, sometimes sharp desire,
Or lightly, like a breeze is after storm.
Does this make or mar you?
The various moods, the habits, the residual
Of your living, the mark on your face,
The spot, the thumb that makes you individual;
These things I've known, do they trace
The merit or demerit of you?
The summate is not consummate.
The sum is not the whole,
The you I sense, is still unknown.
That you is still my goal.
—Searos.