Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
31. Alter Ego
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Breathes within my heart a rhyme,
’Tis but hide and seek we play
In and out the courts of time.
Through the tangled woodland go,
’Tis thy sunny fingers fleet
Fleck the fire dews to and fro.
Mid its rays of dusty pearl—
’Tis but hide and seek the while,
As some frolic boy and girl.
Some mysterious radiance showers
From the jewel-heart of sleep
Through the veil of darkened hours.
Round the sanctuary wrought,
Whispers haunt me—in my dreams
We are one yet know it not.
Flying traces; some there be
Seek thee only for a song:
I to lose myself in thee.