The Spike or Victoria College Review 1942
You Came to Wensley
You Came to Wensley
And I found happiness again
with you
in those enchanted Southern days.
After the night-trip south,
close intimacy of wind-stormed cabin,
came a new day on a frosty wharf;
a new day in a new world.
Time was swift-restless
in that old town so tranquil-spired;
even the tall library above green playing-fields
hastened us on
until our train was rumbling through the dusk
and, that evening, by a country fire,
our travelling was done.
And then, three days of golden weather,
true Canterbury days that were of richer gold
because I shared them all with you.
So you and I together, in that magic car,
flew over countryside and town
in gay companionship with new-old friends.
But in the Wensley fields lay peace,
gentle among the new-born lambs,
and long-loved horses making holiday.
At night the splendid Alps, in gleaming moon-snow
kept watch, while in poplar-whispering dreams
we slumbered side by side.
So life dwelt in perfection
until, so tragic-soon for me,
back from delightful days with you
we made our swift return.
My memories remain.