‘When I get up to light the fire,
And dress with all the speed I may
By candle-light, I dread the hours
That go to make a single day.

But then I leave my room, and see
How brightly, clearly darkness shines,
When stars ten thousand miles away
Are caught in our verandah vines.

And I am almost glad that fires
Have to be lit, before the day
Comes up between the trees and drives
The strange familiar dark away.’

- Lesbia Harford