Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
64. Warning
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Comrade on the quest divine,
Turn not from the stars your brow
That your eyes may rest on mine.
We have hopes beyond to-day;
And our quest does not allow
Rest or dreams along the way.
One with all the great and wise:
Comrade, do not turn or grope
For some lesser light that dies.
Love can know no middle way:
If the great life do not call,
Then is sadness and decay.