The Spike: or, Victoria University College Review October 1914
Salamanca Te Salutat!
Salamanca Te Salutat!
The silver river first, a mirror fair,
Where the white May tree's loveliness is seen;
Then comes a stretch of daisy-starrëd green,
Hedged with great elms, the cuckoos calling there.
The scent of lilac steals upon the air,
Pale gold laburnums o'er the waters lean,
A copper-beech tree, of a wondrous sheen,
Glowing in sunlight, is a splendour rare.
Past colleges and ancient garden-walls,
Under the bridge's arch we slowly glide;
We talk of this and that, of other days;
Our hands we dabble in Cam's cooling tide;
And now and then a silence on us falls,
For words are poor in which to sing thy praise!
—M.L.N.