Break of Day
The stars are pale.
Old is the Night, his case is grievous,
His strength doth fail.
Through stilly hours
The dews have draped with Love’s old lavishness
The drowsy flowers.
And Night shall die,
Already, lo! the Morn’s first ecstasies
Across the sky.
An evil time is done.
Again as some one lost in a quaint parable,
Comes up the Sun.
Shaw Neilson, Heart of Spring, The Bookfellow, Sydney, 1919, page 29
Also published in:
John Shaw Neilson (editor: R. H. Croll), Collected Poems of John Shaw Neilson, Lothian Publishing Company, Melbourne, 1934 [May 1949 reprint], page 29