Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
8. Dusk
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Each chimney’s vapour, like a thin grey rod,
Mounting aloft through miles of quietness,
Pillars the skies of God.
Mingling their nebulous crests that bow and nod
Under the light of those fierce stars that shine
Out of the calm of God.
In the abyss, each fire hid in its clod;
From which in clouds and dreams the spirit rolls
Into the vast of God.