Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
88. Janus
I
Trembling I waken to a mystery,
How through one door we go to life or death
By spirit kindled or the sensual breath.
No single joy or sorrow do I know:
Elate for freedom leaps the starry power,
The life which passes mourns its wasted hour.
Between the pain of hell and paradise!
Where the cool grass my aching head embowers
God sings the lovely carol of the flowers.