Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
By Christopher J. Brennan112 . The Pangs that guard the Gates of Joy
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the naked sword that will be kist,
how distant seem’d they to the boy,
white flashes in the rosy mist!
in the light heart of leafy mirth
of that obdurate might we ween’d
that shakes the sure repose of earth.
the veil of dreaming is withdrawn:
lo, our disrupt dominion
and mountains solemn in the dawn;
and glooms that hold the nether heat:
oh, strange the world upheaved from night,
oh, dread the life before our feet!