Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
By Enid Derham186 . Farewell
I
What news for Fairyland?
I’m tired of dust and sorrow
And folk on every hand.
Moves there through deeper skies,
By maiden stars attended
She peaces goddes-wise.
And there no teardrops start,
There cool winds breathe caresses,
That soothe the weary heart.
Turns ashes in the hand
Of him who sees the hollows
And glades of Fairyland.
Where fairy rotas play,—
I leave the world to-morrow
For ever and a day.