Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 12, No. 4. May 4th 1949
The Warp
The Warp
We pause in breathless idle haste
And see the castle. Its redundant [unclear: towers].
Lit by the influential moon
Which only barely gives us sight.
Hand like the dismodified heads of majesty.
Clothed in a cotton sheet of mist
And [unclear: auriati] lights illumine nothingness.
We seem to see by intaition
The dark substantial row of shrubs.
Shelter from the body of the storm
Which, yet to come, sends on its soul
To warn us. Chillid we run on
Into the mist.
—B. F. Tuohy.