| Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918. |
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| 113. My Heart was wandering in the Sands |
| | | By Christopher J. Brennan |
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| MY heart was wandering in the sands, | |
| a restless thing, a scorn apart; | |
| Love set his fire in my hands, | |
| I clasp’d the flame unto my heart. | |
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| Surely, I said, my heart shall turn | 5 |
| one fierce delight of pointed flame; | |
| and in that holocaust shall burn | |
| its old unrest and scorn and shame: | |
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| surely my heart the heavens at last | |
| shall storm with fiery orisons, | 10 |
| and know, enthroned in the vast, | |
| the fervid peace of molten suns. | |
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| The flame that feeds upon my heart | |
| fades or flares, by wild winds controll’d; | |
| my heart still walks a thing apart, | 15 |
| my heart is restless as of old. | |
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