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

133. The Voice of the Sea

THE SEA was hoary, hoary,

Beating on rock and cave:

The winds were white and weeping

With foam dust of the wave.

They thundered louder, louder,

With storm-lips curled in scorn—

And dost thou tremble before us,

O fallen star of morn?