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Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.

10. Dawn

STILL as the holy of holies breathes the vast,

Within its crystal depths the stars grow dim;

Fire on the altar of the hills at last

Burns on the shadowy rim.

Moment that holds all moments; white upon

The verge it trembles; then like mists of flowers

Break from the fairy fountain of the dawn

The hues of many hours.

Thrown downward from that high companionship

Of dreaming inmost heart with inmost heart,

Into the common daily ways I slip

My fire from theirs apart.