Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.

125. The Tide of Sorrow

ON the twilight-burnished hills I lie and long and gaze

Where below the grey-lipped sands drink in the flowing tides,

Drink, and fade and disappear: interpreting their ways

A seer in my heart abides.

Once the diamond dancing day-waves laved thy thirsty lips:

Now they drink the dusky night-tide running cold and fleet,

Drink, and as the chilly brilliance o’er their pallor slips

They fade in the touch they meet.

Wave on wave of pain where leaped of old the billowy joys:

Hush and still thee now unmoved to drink the bitter sea,

Drink with equal heart: be brave; and life with laughing voice

And death will be one for thee.

Ere my mortal days pass by and life in the world be done,

Oh, to know what world shall rise within the spirit’s ken

When it grows into the peace where light and dark are one!

What voice for the world of men?