Last night beneath the mockery of the moon br I heard the sudden startled whisperings br Of wakened birds settling their restless wings; br The North-east brought his word of gladness, "Soon!" br And all the night with wonder was a-swoon. br A soul had breathed into long-dreaming things; br Some unseen hand hovered above the strings: br Some cosmic chord had set the earth in tune. br And when I rose I saw the Bay arrayed br In her grey robe against the coming heat. br A pulse awoke within the stirring street-- br The wattle-gold upon the pavements thrown, br And through the quiet of the colonnade br The smoky perfume of boronia blown.