| Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918. |
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| 110. Of Glory |
| | | By Arthur Maquarie |
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| WHO will persuade me that one perfect song | |
| Is not more glorious than a victor’s bays? | |
| I know not who. I ask because the phrase | |
| Runs lightly and the final words are strong. | |
| But did you press me for a right or wrong, | 5 |
| Then would I bid you hunt for perfect lays, | |
| And rouse the dust of dead heroic days, | |
| And pass your judgement if you live so long. | |
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| To me it seems more worth, when all is said, | |
| To smoke a friend’s cigar and see the moon | 10 |
| Lie rippling on the Arno mid the strewn | |
| White ranks of rippling stars, to give my head | |
| Its own good leading, to expect no boon, | |
| To sing, and damn the world, and join the dead. | |
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