The good white day once gave the happy night;
A gracious melody the years still chime,
Scented with all the woman-bloom of Time.
And yet I am the mother of all things
Drifting and floating on the earth's green wings;
I give to God child-worlds of mist and star
Because my love dreams all the things that are.
First published in The Sydney Mail, 7 June 1922
Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography