I have reproduced this as my own version of what the Doctor might have
thought if he'd had read the original poem and applied it to his dear Seven
of Nine. For those of you who have read "Madonna of the Evening Flowers"
this might prove very amusing.
Madonna of Cargo Bay 2
All day long I have been working,
Now I am tired.
I call: "Seven, where are you?"
But there is only the quiet echo of Cargo Bay 2.
The space is very quiet,
The ambient light shines on your workstation,
On your PADD and tricorder just put down,
But you are not there.
Suddenly I am lonely;
Where are you?
I go about searching.
Then I see you,
Standing under a mass of wire and panels,
With a collection of new knowledge in your hands.
You are cool, like silver,
And you smile.
I think the data nodes are playing little tunes.
You tell me that the sensors need realigning,
That irrelevant data fragments clutter the database,
That the system should be restructured.
You tell me these things.
But I look at you, heart of silver,
White heart-flame of polished silver,
Burning beneath the mass of wire and panels,
And I long to kneel instantly at your feet,
While all about us peal the loud, sweet Te Deums of the data nodes.
---------inspired by Amy Lowell's "Madonna of the Evening Flowers"