Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
121. Illusion
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That know not what they seek or press,
From whom the lure for ever slips
And fails their phantom tenderness?
That near to mine grow dim and cold;
They move afar in ancient skies
Mid flame and mystic darkness rolled.
In tender yielding unto me,
A vast desire awakes and grows
Unto forgetfulness of thee.