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Alas, how few of us know what love-sick students find shelter within our cloistered walls. That they should break out in rhyme is understandable. But that they should expose their bleeding hearts to the scrutiny of the public eye for a cash reward--how ignoble and unworthy does the compensation seem. The letter printed below received a dollar prize in the "Traveller" Love Letter Contest but it seems a small reward for the budding poet who finds his "beloved" more noble than the "peacock."
Far nobler than the peacock and his train,
That rule these many-pillared ivory halls,
Art thou, Cathleen, my peerless starry swain,
For thine is all the magic that enthralls, I. sought strange sweethearts far without the walls
Of gray convention's shackling prison cell;
I toyed with countless queens and waxen dolls
Whose far-flung beauty oft had I heard tell.
But never found the stars that in thine eyes do dwell. Thine alone.
Sent in by
JOHN HORNE BURNS
A-26 Dunster House,
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