Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
135. Our Thrones Decay
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It is not fixed in things apart:
Seeking not love—but yet to love—
I put my trust in mine own heart.
Wells up with living joy, unfed:
Such joys the lonely heart may keep,
And love grow rich with love unwed.
But, ah, for my heart, shed tears, shed tears;
Not it, but love, has scorn of time,
It turns to dust beneath the years.