The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 11, Issue 11 (February 1, 1937)
Poplar In Autumn
Poplar In Autumn.
Outside my window, through the grime
Of city smokes that curl and climb,
There is a shining reed of light
As graceful as a bird in flight;
There is a sudden flash of gold
Like fading tints on dead leaf-mould;
Or glimmer of green athwart the sky
As a gipsy breeze goes gaily by …
O! shining poplar tree so tall
That grows outside my office wall,
I thank you for the magic way
Your beauty charms my cares away.