Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 2, No. 14. July 12, 1939
Be sorry for the shivering wall-paper,
And leave the carpet's billowing agony
And stop the chattering teeth of window-panes
(Heigh Ho! the window-panes!)
Bring your barriers to stem the chilling
Torrent underneath the door.
Goddess of alternating current
Cribbed helplessly along a single wire
Confronts the nose—infrigorating cold.
The dust of last year's life
And last week's cigarette-ash
Be sorry for the ghost of your dead self
Impotently drifting along the mantel-piece
Deader than rejected catsmeat.
If in the compass of this fluted shell
I could contain the waters of the sea
That break and fall and rise and surge and swell
And beat about the world incessantly.
Then could I tell
The depth of my exceeding love for Thee.
And as the may-fly breaks his wings with day.
Nor lives to see the setting of the sun.
Let these words say
How long I shall be constant, fairest one.