Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
15. Answer
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Upon the lonely road a child limps by
Skirting the frozen pools: our way is lost:
Our hearts sink utterly.
Lifting our eyes beyond the spirëd height,
With white-fire lips apart the dawn breathes clear
Its soundless hymn of light.
Whose words are clouds and stars and night and day,
When for the light the anguished spirit cries
Deep in its house of clay.