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Daylight is Dying

 The daylight is dying 
Away in the west, 
The wild birds are flying 
in silence to rest; 
In leafage and frondage 
Where shadows are deep, 
They pass to its bondage-- 
The kingdom of sleep 
And watched in their sleeping 
By stars in the height, 
They rest in your keeping, 
O wonderful night.
When night doth her glories Of starshine unfold, 'Tis then that the stories Of bush-land are told.
Unnumbered I told them In memories bright, But who could unfold them, Or read them aright? Beyond all denials The stars in their glories, The breeze in the myalls, Are part of these stories.
The waving of grasses, The song of the river That sings as it passes For ever and ever, The hobble-chains' rattle, The calling of birds, The lowing of cattle Must blend with the words.
Without these, indeed you Would find it ere long, As though I should read you The words of a song That lamely would linger When lacking the rune, The voice of a singer, The lilt of the tune.
But as one halk-bearing An old-time refrain, With memory clearing, Recalls it again, These tales roughly wrought of The Bush and its ways, May call back a thought of The wandering days; And, blending with each In the memories that throng There haply shall reach You some echo of song.

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