| Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918. |
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| 47. Spring in New Zealand |
| | | By Hubert Church |
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| THOU wilt come with suddenness, | |
| Like a gull between the waves, | |
| Or a snowdrop that doth press | |
| Through the white shroud on the graves; | |
| Like a love too long withheld, | 5 |
| That at last has over-welled. | |
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| What if we have waited long, | |
| Brooding by the Southern Pole, | |
| Where the towering icebergs throng, | |
| And the inky surges roll: | 10 |
| What can all their terror be | |
| When thy fond winds compass thee? | |
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| They shall blow through all the land | |
| Fragrance of thy cloudy throne, | |
| Underneath the rainbow spanned | 15 |
| Thou wilt enter in thine own, | |
| And the glittering earth shall shine | |
| Where thy footstep is divine. | |
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