Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
81. Creation
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The day withdrew, the stars came up.
The spirit issued pale and bright
Filling thy beauty like a cup.
Holy thy lightest word that fell,
Proud the innumerable hair
That waved at the enchanter’s spell.
Creating us from hour to hour,
Give me this vision to the full
To see in lightest things thy power.
No throne, and yet I will rejoice
Knowing beneath my feet a star
Thy word in every wandering voice.