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Walter Murdoch (1874–1970).  The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse.  1918.
77. On Reading Shakespeare’s Sonnets
By G. W. L. Marshall-Hall
THY verse is like a cool and shady well
  Lying a-dream within some moss-walled close
  Far from the common way, where violets doze
In green-deep grass beside the sweet hare-bell.
And each wayfarer as he stoopeth there        5
  Doth spy a face that is most like his own,
  So weary and—ah me!—so woe-begone
That almost he forgetteth his deep care.
There is a royal restraint in thy sad rhyme,
  Dis-calmèd calm, and passion passionless,        10
  And mellowed is all taint of bitterness
Into the harmony of that still time
When leaves are yellowing in the sallow sun
  And evening’s bloom is flush across the sky,
When haggard summer tottereth in his run        15
  And gracious moist-eyed autumn draweth nigh.
O king! majestical in thy decline
As in thy Spring,—might such an end be mine!


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