Christopher John Brennan (1 November 1870 – 5 October 1932 / Sydney / Australia)
Black on the Depths
Black on the depths of blackest skies
whence even the levin seems withdrawn,
the cities threaten: burning eyes
ask what dread hand hath slain the dawn.
Christopher John Brennan's Other Poems
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- Epilogue: 1908
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