“The eastward spurs tip backward from the sun.Nights runs an obscure tide round cape and bayand beats with boats of cloud up from the seaagainst this sheer and limelit granite head.Swallow the spine of range; be dark. O lonely air.Make a cold quilt across the bone and skullthat screamed falling in flesh from the lipped cliffand then were silent, waiting for the flies.Here is the symbol, and climbing darka time for synthesis. Night buoys no warningover the rocks that wait our keels; no bellssound for the mariners. Now must we measureour days by nights, our tropics by their poles,love by its end and all our speech by silence.See in the gulfs, how small the light of home.Did we not know their blood channelled our rivers,and the black dust our crops ate was their dust?O all men are one man at last. We should have knownthe night that tidied up the cliffs and hid themhad the same question on its tongue for us.And there they lie that were ourselves writ strange.Never from earth again the coolamonor thin black children dancing like the shadowsof saplings in the wind. Night lips the harshscarp of the tableland and cools its granite.Night floods us suddenly as historythat has sunk many islands in its good time.”

“I saw our golden years on a black gale,our time of love spilt in the furious dust."O we are winter-caught, and we must fail,"said the dark dream, "and time is overcast."-And woke into the night; but you were there,and small as seed in the wild dark we lay.Small as seed under the gulfs of airis set the stubborn heart that waits for day.I saw our love the root that holds the vinein the enduring earth, that can reply,"Nothing shall die unless for me it die.Murder and hate and love alike are mine";and therefore fear no winter and no stormwhile in the knot of earth that root lies warm.”

“Tunnelling through the night, the trains passin a splendour of power, with a sound like thundershaking the orchards, wakingthe young from a dream, scattering like glassthe old mens' sleep, layinga black trail over the still bloom of the orchards;the trains go north with guns.Strange primitive piece of flesh, the heart laid quiethearing their cry pierce through its thin-walled caverecalls the forgotten tiger,and leaps awake in its old panic riot;and how shall mind be sober,since blood's red thread still binds us fast in history?Tiger, you walk through all our past and future,troubling the children's sleep'; layinga reeking trail across our dreams of orchards.Racing on iron errands, the trains go by,and over the white acres of our orchardshurl their wild summoning cry, their animal cry….the trains go north with guns.”

“Even such is Time *Even such is Time, that takes in trustOur youth, our joys, our all we have,And pays us but with earth and dust;Who in the dark and silent grave,When we have wandered all our ways,Shuts up the story of our days:But from this earth, this grave, this dust,My God shall raise me up, I trust. Sir Walter Raleigh (1554-1618)*These lines are said to have been composed by Sir Walter Raleigh on the night before his execution.”

“When it's all over and the dust from our Ancestors bodies and our own settle from the four winds only then will we see that we were here!”

“So here, twisted in steel, and spoiled with redyour sunlight hide, smelling of death and fear,they crushed out your throat the terrible songyou sang in the dark ranges. With what cryingyou mourned him! - the drinker of blood, the swift death-bringerwho ran with you so many a night; and the night was long.I heard you, desperate poet, Did you hearmy silent voice take up the cry? - replying:Achilles is overcome, and Hector dead,and clay stops many a warrior's mouth, wild singer.Voice from the hills and the river drunken with rain,for your lament the long night was too brief.Hurling your woes at the moon, that old cleaned bone,till the white shorn mobs of stars on the hill of the skyhuddled and trembled, you tolled him, the rebel one.Insane Andromache, pacing your towers alone,death ends the verse you chanted; here you lie.The lover, the maker of elegies is slain,and veiled with blood her body's stealthy sun.”

“This is Lilly Heaven saying good night, and to all a very good night. Good night everybody. Here's wishing you pleasant dreams. Sleep tight. From all of us to all of you, a warm good night. And now we must, I'm afraid, say "good night." Good night, ladies and gentlemen, and good night. Thanks a lot and God bless you. This is Lilly signing off and wishing all of you out there from all of us in here the very best possible good night. I can only hope that you enjoyed watching us as much as we enjoyed being here. Good night. Pleasant dreams. Sleep tight. It's been wonderful being with you, and I hope you'll invite us into your living room again tomorrow night. From the actors and myself, from the staff here, I want to wish you all the best possible night and day before we meet again. It's been wonderful being with you. It's been truly grand. I only wish we could go on but I'm afraid our time is up, and so this is your Lily saying good night to you. Pleasant dreams. Good night all. Good night to you all. Good night to all of you. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. To all of you out there from all of us here good night. And pleasant dreams till we meet again. Good night to you all. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night.”