George Essex Evans

“ Into the dreamer's heart, sad in the lonely night–
Call like the ring of steel and thrill as of bugles
blown,
Splendours of days to be, flaming in skies unknown.
Deep in the eastern skies glimmers that phantom star;
Dim in the distance dies the surge of the world afar. ”

“ Grey is the weary world, and grey is the heart of
me!
Into my shadowy heart pierce like the star of old,
Pearl of the tender dawn, kissed by the trembling
gold!
Sing me the hope made sure, sing me the heart made
strong! ”