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THE GULLY: 2 by FRANK WILMOT

First Line: LOOKING FROM THE HUT DOOR ONE DAWN IN JUNE
Last Line: LIKE FLAME AND SOUND, AND MIST AND MINSTRELSY.
Looking from the hut door one dawn in June
I saw Australian snow under the moon;
Tall ghostly gums in glacial silence dressed
Towered in eternal rest;
A mass of silver fog, a floating shroud,
Rolled slowly up the hillside to the crest
Like Silence going home into its cloud.
A woodman humped his pack and sauntered west,
Uphill, into the sky,
Where all things go that die
Like flame and sound, and mist and minstrelsy.



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