Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by? Blackened log and
stump and sapling, ghostly trees all dead and dry; Here a patch of
glassy water; there a glimpse of mystic sky? Have you heard the
still voice callingyet so warm, and yet so cold: 'I'm the
Mother-Bush that bore you! Come to me when you are old'? Henry Hertzberg Lawson 'On the Night
Train', collected in Colin Roderick (ed) Henry Lawson: Collected
Verse (3 vols,1967^9).