TO A WIRELESS MAST
Gaunt pole that rises into upper air, High o'er my clumps of holly and genista, How my whole soul revolts to see thee there, .Bisecting- what was once a high-class vista! Not—-oh, believe mc—not from whim or choice Would I maintain an object so appalling, But lo! from thy slim apex comes tho Voice 'That nightly tell me "This is London calling." Wherefore stand on, O" eyesore unalloyed, Seeing thou bearcsf that so potent cable That snares all news, all knowledge, from the void And drops it neatly on my study table; Ay and the Voice, that disembodied tongue. That I so oft have sought in playful fancy To add a face to, shall not go unsung While I've a voice to praise thy necromancv.—Punch.
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Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LII, Issue 17152, 30 September 1926, Page 3
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129TO A WIRELESS MAST Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LII, Issue 17152, 30 September 1926, Page 3
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