Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
131. Ordeal
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What is this voice that stays me forbidding to yield,
Offering beauty, love, and immortal power,
Æons away in some far-off heavenly field?
Though love be withdrawn for love it bitterly grieves:
Pity withheld in the breast makes sorrow more.
Oh that the heart could feel what the mind believes!
Soft is thy grief, but in tempest through me it rolls.
Dream’st thou not whither the path is leading
Where the Dark Immortal would shepherd our weeping souls?