Winter Quiet by David McKee Wright

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Chill silence led the evening by the hand
   Down to a breathless place beneath the trees
   Where all the dark was full of memories
Of the brave summer walking through the land --
A prophet that the boughs could understand
   When all the warm apostles of the breeze
   Stirred the new bloom to honeyed ecstacies
And birds to song, and all the world was bland.

Deep in the gentle places of the mind,
   Chilled by the winter of some dim regret,
We walk with silence; and no thought may sing
For love of life the mate-song of its kind.
   Our muffled steps in the pale glooms are set,
Passing from Summer on the path of Spring.

First published in The Bulletin, 12 June 1924

Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography

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