I can begin again. Does not the night
After its weariness know day once more?
I can unlock another little door
And find new ways, new worlds for my delight.
There is a path I only know by sight.
Things I had never thought were here before
I can discover in a brighter flight.
Why, being feminine, should I declare
All things are finished? I have loved and lost.
I can begin again -- Joy's cymbals beat.
Earth is radiant, still rich and fair.
Heart, when the wine is spilled, why count the cost?
Sips of eternity make death taste sweet.
First published in The Australian Woman's Mirror, 5 July 1927
