The Witch Maid, and Other Verses/Night on the Plains

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The Witch Maid, and Other Verses by Dorothea Mackellar
Night on the Plains

NIGHT ON THE PLAINS


Out on the plain-land at night
   There is no sound, not a sigh,
And nothing is moving now
   But scornful stars in the sky:

The night is too great for my heart,
   It flutters and halts and trips;
The terrible mirth of the stars
   Has slain my song on my lips.


Australia.