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Walter Murdoch (1874–1970).  The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse.  1918.
195. Night
By H. Duncan Hall
I SAW the Night caught, as by wizard’s spell,
  In the red meshes of the setting sun;
  From her black plumes the lurid light had won
A flash of sheen, and she grew visible.
But like a stricken gladiator fell        5
  The weak-eyed sun beyond the hills of sleep;
  The cloud-fires smoulder’d to a grey ash heap,
And Heaven whitened to a curvèd shell.
Before, I never knew Night’s majesty;
  But now I know her beauty hath no peer        10
    In heaven or earth; and when the white moon shines
From th’ circlet on her brow of mystery,
  I see her shadow on the hills, and hear
    The shudder of her plumes among the pines.


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