Here you will find the Poem Waking of poet John Le Gay Brereton
ABOVE us hangs the jewelled night; And how her restful cool caresses Make us forget the weary sight Of summer?s daily wildernesses! O aching toil and hope deferred, The night has made a promise to me; She whispered, and a wonder stirred, And still the joy is thrilling through me. Smooth water, shadow deeply still, I dare not move, you wait unsleeping ?You share the breathless hopes that fill The watch my longing soul is keeping. A fish is leaping in the bay; The shafts of yellow light are shaking. O glorious night and happy day, Beneath my silent heart she?s waking.