Harry ‘Breaker’ Morant: When The Light Is As Darkness

Harry ‘Breaker’ Morant

(1865-1902)

When The Light Is As Darkness

The morning-tide is fair and bright,
  With golden sun up-springing;
The cedars glowed in the new-born light,
  And the bell-bird’s note was ringing;
While diamonds dropped by dusky Night,
  Were yet to the gidyas clinging.

The morning waned-the sun rose high
  O’erhead, until ’twas seeming
But a dazzling disc, and the fiery sky
  Like an opal sea was gleaming;
And languorous flowers – of morn gone by,
  And coming eve – fell dreaming.

And now the moon above does creep
  To laugh at red Sol sinking;
While wakening from their sunlit sleep,
  A few wan stars are blinking,
And thirsty, drooping flowers deep
  Of evening dews are drinking.

The birds will soon their carols cease,
  And crows are homeward hieing;
The gloaming deepens, stars increase,
  The weary day is dying –
Its requiem, murmurous of peace,
  The vesper winds are, sighing.

This night is near!  Are you waiting friend,
  That Night? – we’re drawing nigh it –
When we to the Restful Land shall wend,
  And leave life’s feverish riot –
When the gods to each tired soul shall send
  Eternal, dreamless quiet.

Harry ‘Breaker’ Morant poetry

kempis poetry magazine

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