A Night Thought

by Harry “Breaker” Morant (1864-1902)

The world around is sleeping,
The stars are bright o’erhead,
The shades of myalls weeping
Upon the sward are spread;
Among the gloomy pinetops
The fitful breezes blow,
And their murmurs seem the music
Of a song of long ago;
Soft, passionate, and wailing
Is the tender old refrain –
With a yearning unavailing –
“Will he no come back again?”

The camp-fire sparks are flying
Up from the pine-log’s glow,
The wandering wind is sighing
That ballad sweet and low;
The drooping branches gleaming
In the firelight, sway and stir;
And the bushman’s brain is dreaming
Of the song she sang, and her.
And the murmurs of the forest
Ring home to heart and brain,
As in the pine is chorused
“Will he no come back again?”

On a Warrego sandridge, 8 August 1891

Breaker Morant Contemporaries
William Butler Yeats
Robert Louis Stevenson
Laura E. Richards
Eugene Field

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