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

163. Destiny

LIKE winds or waters were her ways:

The flowing tides, the airy streams,

Are troubled not by any dreams;

They know the circle of their days.

Like winds or waters were her ways:

They heed not immemorial cries;

They move to their high destinies

Beyond the little voice that prays.

She passed into her secret goal,

And left behind a soul that trod

In darkness, knowing not of God,

But craving for its sister soul.