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THE TURNING.

I willed a deed that others feared


(In the hollow dark was a dreadful sound),
Rain fell at night; but the morning cleared
(And from Thursday to Friday the world went round).

Winds blew my deed and made it seven
(In the waking dark was a trumpets sound).
The four archangels strode from Heaven
(And from silence to silence the world went round).

I have spoken a word and breathed a breath
(In the leap of light is force and sound).
There are four swords crossed in the heart of death
(And from sorrow to sweetness the world goes round).

Fool, with the pride of a vaunting dream,
Shall a grain of sand make the sea less deep?
I thank all winds for the things that seem
(And the world goes round from sleep to sleep).

David McKee Wright
N.S.W.
The Bulletin, 21
st
August 1924, p. 7.

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