Transcribed below. —A correction: We misdated this machine: it was made in 1949, not in 1948.
Speak Not of Sparks
by Irving Vanderblock-Wheedle
Speak not of sparks, my love; speak not of sparks,
For space has sparks enough to spangle us.
They spray like spinach spouting from a spigot,
And spring from sprocket spokes in spiral spires.
Yet.whisper sparingly of speech not spoken;
Send spinning sparkles spreading down my spine.
Spend but a splinter of a splendid hour:
In spite of space, I’ll speak to you of sparks.