Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
62. The Free
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Life girdled them round and about:
They slept in the clefts of the mountains:
The stars called them forth with a shout.
The wonder at nights and at days,
As still as the lips of the lonely
Though burning with dumbness of praise.
Their spirits who bowed at the shrine:
They fled to the Lonely enraptured
And hid in the darkness divine.
They met at the doorway of death
The smile of the dark hidden Father,
The Mother with magical breath.
In days long forgotten of men,
Their eyes were yet blind with a glory
Time will not remember again.