2. Black Swans on the Murray Lagoons

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 skie—
And the long wash of the slow stream
Moves as in sleep some bodeful dream.
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