From Fire at Murdering Hut
By Judith Wright
Lay down your fire beside my frost again,
against my stone your blade.
I have been too long alone in the drought and rain:
it is all true as you said.
Come now and take me -
dig with the blade of your heart into the grave and wake me,
and this time you will find me lying alone.
I have been here too long with a white rose-tree,
the wandering mist and the stone.