The long lagoons lie white and still
Beneath the great round Austral moon:
The sudden dawn will waken soon
With many a delicious thrill:
Between this death and life the cries
Of black swans ring through silent skies—
And the long wash of the slow stream
Moves as in sleep some bodeful dream.
From: Sharp, William, Poems by William Sharp, Selected and Arranged by Mrs. William Sharp, 1912, Duffield and Company: New York, p. 107.
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Date: 1888
By: William Sharp (1855-1905)
From Troubles of The World 