Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
63. Comfort
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Where upon your ears
Whirlwinds of the earth intruding
Sound in wrath and tears:
Sorrow I would fain
Comfort you, and say that only
Gods could feel such pain.
For the far away;
And the fiery fancies thronging
Rise not out of clay.
Of the starry birth;
Though about you call the bestial
Voices of the earth.
Hurled us from the throne:
Then a thousand ages wins
Back again our own.
Mount again anew:
In the great ancestral spheres
Waits the throne for you.