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Eve by Mabel Forrest

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Day, with a golden knife, has peeled the Night,
Devouring it with red, impatient lips,
And he has left, high in the trembling sky,
A silver rind.
      Men think it is the ghost  
Of the full moon that rose all glorious 
To deck the breast of God.
      But Eve, who lies
Sick with delights amidst her broken flowers,
Knows it to be the shred of that bright fruit
The Tree of Knowledge yielded in the dark.

First published in The Australasian, 9 April 1927

Author reference sites: AustlitAustralian Dictionary of Biography

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Dawn in a Forest Garden by C.J. Dennis

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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!"

First published in The Herald, 28 October 1931;
and later in
The Singing Garden by C.J. Dennis, 1935.

Dawn by Dorothy Eldon Clark

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When the last trembling star of all is set,
   Rises the lovely Lady of the Dawn
From an abyss of deep but spangled jet,
   Shrouded in misty draperies of lawn.

Sunbeams and moonbeams, you will find them there,
   Mingling a world of dreams in her dear eyes:   
And all the streaming splendour of her hair
   Flares like a banner 'gainst the shadow'd skies.

My Lady Dawn, from moon-bathed lands of Night,
   Comes as a fair ambassador to Day,
Treading a pathway of translucent light
   To Morning's portals looming dim and grey.

Soon, ah, so soon, your mission will be done
   See the mists curtaining the east are drawn --
At the triumphal coming of the Sun
   Earth bids farewell -- to you, sweet Lady Dawn.    

First published
in The Sydney Morning Herald, 15 January 1927

Nothing is known about the author of this poem.

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