Suddenly now the sky, that silent place
Has sound --
A single note, unwavering, profound,
Droning through endless space
And nosing through the hollow wastes of night,
Invisible save for one dim, golden light
That moves among the stars, a star in flight.
A plane goes overhead.
O small, lone thing that flies
Through black illimitable skies
Unshaken by the wind's tumultuous tread,
Knowing your secret end you go
Steadfastly through the night,
While we who have no final aim in sight,
Stumble in circles down below!
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 5 February 1944
