- Vast is the chasm, and in the deep below
- Silence has fallen asleep beneath its tree;
- Yet we, above the stark declivity,
- Still hear the hush of winds we do not know;
- For, in the vague that covers all, the slow
- Trail of the air, like floating hair flung free,
- Draws with the moving earth; which far stars see
- As some titanic head swayed to and fro.
- O pigmy man, so like a
- Blown hitherward from distant space! O note
- In an eternal wind! O little float
- On time's scarce entered sea, art thou the crown
- Of all immensity? Nay, wouldst thou read
- Thy pleas, o'er this
dark brink look
down, look down!
- Mary Gilmore
- "The Sydney Morning Herald"
- February 4, 1928