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Walter Murdoch (1874–1970).  The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse.  1918.
60. To M.
By William Gay
IF in the summer of thy bright regard
  For one brief season these poor Rhymes shall live
I ask no more, nor think my fate too hard
  If other eyes but wintry looks should give;
Nor will I grieve though what I here have writ        5
  O’erburdened Time should drop among the ways,
And to the unremembering dust commit
  Beyond the praise and blame of other days:
The song doth pass, but I who sing, remain,
  I pluck from Death’s own heart a life more deep,        10
And as the Spring, that dies not, in her train
  Doth scatter blossoms for the Winds to reap,
So I, immortal, as I fare along,
Will strew my path with mortal flowers of song.


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