Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
By Jessie Mackay53 . Dunedin in the Gloaming
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To the lights of Roslyn, terraced far asunder;
Hovered low the sister cloud in wild warm wonder.
Who can look undazzled up where the Norn is riding,—
Watch the sword of Destiny from the scabbard gliding!—
Taking to her woman heart all forlorn endeavour;
Heaven’s sea about her feet, not the bounded river!
With the weary sophistries that dimmer eyes embolden!
O the dark Dunedin town, shot with green and golden!’
Leaning over Maori Hill, dreaming in the lift,
Dropped her starry memories through the passioned drift.
Ere the elder stars had learned God’s mystery of pardon;
Ere the youngest, I myself, had seen the flaming warden.
To mirror me within a glade of Eden cool and pearly,
Where shy and cold and holy ran a torrent sought but rarely.
Burst the burning desert tomb wherein she lieth truly
To keep an Easter with the birds and me who loved her duly!’
‘You are sheen and steadfastness; I am sheen and motion,
Gulfing argosies for whim, navies for a notion.
Lady of the stars terrene, where quick the human fire is,—
Lady of the Maori pines, the turrets and the eyries!’