Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
25. Pity
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Afloat in the abyss of air,
From out the window high and old
We watched together there.
Lay black below; the cries of pain
Came to our ears from up and down
The dimly-lighted lane.
Seeking a soul to sympathise:
I wondered what that glow might be,
Olive, within your eyes.
The sorrow that was sighed through you:
Pity, a breath from out the vast,
From unknown hollows blew.