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Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.

121. Illusion

WHAT is the love of shadowy lips

That know not what they seek or press,

From whom the lure for ever slips

And fails their phantom tenderness?

The mystery and light of eyes

That near to mine grow dim and cold;

They move afar in ancient skies

Mid flame and mystic darkness rolled.

O beauty, as thy heart o’erflows

In tender yielding unto me,

A vast desire awakes and grows

Unto forgetfulness of thee.