Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
24. Rest
O
The swaying branches of my heart
Are blown by every wind toward
The home whereto their wings depart.
I know no peace but ever sway:
O lovely bird, be free, be free,
On the wild music of the day.
And winds are laid on quiet eves:
Come, I will bear you breast to breast,
And lap you close with loving leaves.