Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
By Louis Lavater143 . The Sonnet
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To Antony, her lustrous eyes a-shine,
Through mazy webs of love fit to entwine
A simple conqueror palaced in a tent;
And how her pearl, a monarch’s ransom, blent
Its iridescence with the sharp white wine
To pleasure her, as with an air divine
She quaffed it to the Roman’s dazzlement.
Into the wine, emotion, the pure pearl
Of artistry, and while ’tis yet a-swirl
And beading bravely, snare with subtile craft
A gleam of golden light upon it—so!
Then, breathless, drain it at a single draught!