The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 13, Issue 8 (November 1, 1938)
Do you recall how we two saw the glow
Of sunset on the headland of the bay? Do you recall the gold of dying day, The fiery red horizon far below, The gorgeous plumage of the sky, the show
Of brilliant hues against the misty grey?
Do you recall how soon we turned away,
How petulant and sad we were to go?
If we had stayed to watch old Phoebus sink
Beneath that placid sea of deepest blue,
If we had stayed to view the mauve and pink
Of early twilight, stayed for just a few
Short moments—such a little time—I think
That I, perhaps, would be in love with you.