Out of the land of light and space,
From the violet womb of morning came a dark Phoebus
Came a vision of the heart; came the eyes to tell the beauty,
Which none before had known.
Then in the youth of a man, the valleys and hills grew in their purple majesty,
And bright the orange mountains flamed in the untried heart.
Now the dreaming time enfolds him,
And the brolgas fly heavy winged into the West.
The blue shadow haze, swoops on on the plain,
And the night begins.
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