Sunrise on the Coast
Grey dawn on the
sand-hills -- the night wind has drifted
All night from the
rollers a scent of the sea;
With the dawn the
grey fog his battalions has lifted,
At the call of the
morning they scatter and flee.
Like mariners calling
the roll of their number
The sea-fowl put
out to the infinite deep.
And far over-head
-- sinking softly to slumber --
Worn out by their
watching, the stars fall asleep.
To eastward, where
resteth the dome of the skies on
The sea-line, stirs
softly the curtain of night;
And far from behind
the enshrouded horizon
the voice of a God saying "Let there be light."
And lo, there is light!
Evanescent and tender,
It glows ruby-red where 'twas now ashen-grey;
And purple and scarlet and gold in its splendour --
Behold, 'tis that marvel, the birth of a day!
Banjo Paterson poems recorded by Wallis and Matilda