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Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.

By William Gay

63 . A Sonnet of Battle

RELUCTANT Morn, whose meagre radiance lies

With doubtful glimmer on the farthest hills,

How long shall men, reiterant of their ills,

With peevish invocation bid thee rise

To burn to noontide glory in the skies

That now a gloom perplexed and starless fills,

And seek from thee and not their own strong wills

That perfect good which is not bought with sighs?

Why weep and wait for thee, though laggard, Morn,

With all thy joys of love and peace and light?

For us the mightier joy that rives the soul,

When, slaves no longer to a day unborn,

Our flag of war along the dark we unroll

For fell encounter with the hosts of Night.