The Awakening

The Soul, of late a lovely sleeping child,
Spreads sudden wings and stands in radiant guise,
Eyed like the morn and bent upon the skies;
Her the blue gulf dismays not, nor the wild
Horizons with the wrecks of thunder piled;
Storm has she known, and how its murmur dies
Starlike through stainless heavens she would rise
And be no more with cloudy dreams beguiled.
Was sleep not sweet? sweet till on sleeping ears
Earth's voices broke in discord. Now she hears
Far, far away diviner music move;
Nor shall her wing be sated of its flight,
Nor shall her eyes be weary of the night,
While round her sweep the singing stars of Love.

Enid Derham

Enid Derham was an Australian poet and academic born on March 24, 1882. She is best known for her lyric poetry and scholarly work in literature. Derham was also a lecturer at the University of Melbourne, where she influenced many students with her deep understanding of poetry and literature. Her poetry often explored themes such as nature, love, and mythology. She passed away on November 13, 1941.

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I

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