Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
37. Mystery
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I stretch my hands, all blind to see:
I need the lamp of the world to light me,
Lead me and set me free.
The night with cool, cool breath on my face:
Or did the hair of the twilight droop from
Its silent wandering ways?
The wizard glow looks human-wise;
And over the tree-tops barred and fretted
Ponders with strange old eyes.
And hymn their time-old melody:
Its secret strain comes nigh and nigh me:
“Ah, brother, come with me;
To dip her hands in the diamond dew,
And lave thine ache with cloud-cool fingers
Till sorrow die from you.”