Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
145. A Return
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All foamed with red and with elfin gold:
Up from the heart of the twilight’s fountains
The fires enchanted were starward rolled.
The iron clang of the far-away town:
We could not weep in our bitter sorrow,
But joy as an Arctic sun went down.