Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
72. Affinity
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None can bar our love or say us nay:
All the world may stare and never know
You and I are twined together so.
Know the giant Space is but a myth;
Over miles and miles of pure deceit
You and I have found our lips can meet.
In the soft delight of heart to heart.
If there’s a gulf to meet or limit set,
You and I have never found it yet.
To the happy heart of yesterday,
To the love we felt in ages past.
You and I have found it still to last.
In the angel childhood of the earth,
Hid within the heart of man and maid.
You and I of Time are not afraid.
For a kiss is an immortal thing.
And the throb wherein those old lips met
Is a living music in us yet.