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Walter Murdoch (1874–1970).  The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse.  1918.
46. Rosalind
By Hubert Church
ROSALIND has come to town!
  All the street’s a meadow,
Balconies are beeches brown
  With a drowsy shadow,
And the long-drawn window panes        5
Are the foliage of her lanes.
Rosalind about me brings
  Sunny brooks that quiver
Unto palpitating wings
  Ere they kiss the river,        10
And her eyes are trusting birds
That do nestle without words.
Rosalind! to me you bear
  Memories of a meeting
When the love-star smote the air        15
  With a pulse’s beating:
Does your spirit love to pace
In the temple of that place?
Rosalind! be thou the fane
  For my soul’s uprising,        20
Where my heart may reach again
  Thoughts of heaven’s devising:
Be the solace self-bestowed
In the shrine of Love’s abode!


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