Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
By Nettie Palmer179 . Unsung
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When you are nigh me?
Not so, for then the hours unnamed go by me,
Flocking like dove on dove.
When I wait lonely?
Not so, for then am I a mourner only,
Begging without the gate.
Yet you will feel it,—
Through days your love makes glad I shall reveal it,
Through years your love makes wise.