Works in the Herald 1931
Here, in soft darkness where the whole night thro',
   Dreamless, my quiet garden slumbered well.
Night's soothing fingers all adrip with dew
   Crept in and out, weaving a mystic spell
   O'er wilting bud and bell;
Now with deft touches deepening tints anew.
Now lifting up some languid suppliant who
   Had wooed the sun too well.

In the grey twilight tall trees seem to yawn And, waking, stretch their mighty limbs on high. A small bird cheeps; and, silver in the dawn, The jewelled wattles to a soft wind sigh. Hard etched against the sky The timbered hill-tops stand forth boldly drawn. . . . A sunbeam, laughing, trips across the lawn, And smiling day is nigh.
The kindly offices of night are done. A grey thrush carols forth his matin hymn. Then proud, triumphant of a new day won, The magpie's trumpet tops a lofty limb. By the pool's mirrored brim The drowsing daisies open one by one: "Wake, brothers, wake! Here comes our lord, the Sun! Awake and worship him!"

Herald, 28 October 1931, p8

This poem was later published in Dennis's collection The Singing Garden under the title "Dawn".

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