An Anthology of Australian Verse/To A. L. Gordon
Appearance
TO A. L. GORDON
In night-long days, in æons
where all Time’s nights are one;
where life and death sing pæans
as of Greeks and Galileans,
never begun or done;
where fate, the slow swooping condor,
comes glooming all the sky—
as you have pondered I ponder,
as you have wandered I wander,
as you have died, shall I die?
where all Time’s nights are one;
where life and death sing pæans
as of Greeks and Galileans,
never begun or done;
where fate, the slow swooping condor,
comes glooming all the sky—
as you have pondered I ponder,
as you have wandered I wander,
as you have died, shall I die?