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

119. Reflections

HOW shallow is this mere that gleams!

Its depth of blue is from the skies,

And from a distant sun the dreams

And lovely light within your eyes.

We deem our love so infinite

Because the Lord is everywhere,

And love awakening is made bright

And bathed in that diviner air.

We go on our enchanted way

And deem our hours immortal hours,

Who are but shadow kings that play

With mirrored majesties and powers.