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Walter Murdoch (1874–1970).  The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse.  1918.
148. An Evening
By Dora Wilcox
TO break the stillness of the hour
  There is no sound, no voice, no stir;
  Only the croak of frogs,—the whirr
Of crickets hidden in leaf and flower.
The clear-cut outlines of a spire        5
  Spring from a mass of eucalypt
  Sharply against the sky,—still tipped
With one last gleam of lingering fire.
So solemnly the shadows creep;
  On dovelike wings Night flutters down;        10
  Lights twinkle in the little town;
The valley lies in quiet sleep.
So comes the dark, so fades the light,
  On all those leagues of tossing sea
  That lie between my home and me,        15
And glimmer to the stars all night.
And so, belovèd, silently
  In thine own land the shadows fall
  On grassy lawn, and garden-wall,
On shining sand, and troubled sea,—        20
On paths thy feet shall never tread,—
  On fields thine eyes shall never see,—
  And on thy new home, strange to me,
That silent City of the Dead!
Yea, stillness rests, O Tried and True,        25
  On hand and heart, on lips and eyes!
  On thee eternal silence lies,
On thee is utter darkness too.
We lost too much in losing thee,
  Yet we who knew and loved thee best,        30
  Wish thee an everlasting rest,
Night came on thee so quietly.
Peace with the Shadows! Peace to all
  Who work and weep, who pray and wait;
  Till we and thou are one with Fate,        35
And on us too, the Night shall fall!


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