Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
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My body, my heart, my soul;
Thou fillest my life as wine
Filleth a white glass bowl:
Colourless, cold, and thin
But for the wine therein.
Nay, there is naught to be said,
Thine am I, living or dead;
Thou art the All for me:
Take but thy love away
I am but dead cold clay.
What is the Earth to the Sun?
Is it his care that the Sea
Lies dark, when the day is done?
Leave me; Thou art most free,
What is my love to Thee?