Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
12. Echoes
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In chaos, here is lulled in breathing sweet;
Under the long brown ridge in gentleness
Its fierce old pulses beat.
That woke exultant in an earlier day
Is dead; the memories of old desire
Only in shadows play.
The echo of a deeper being seems:
We kiss, because God once for beauty sought
Within a world of dreams.