Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
By James Hebblethwaite42 . The Symbol
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He lies beneath the pall’s white folds:
His sword is sheathed, his pennon furled,
Him silence holds.
The crown, the sceptre of his pride,
The simple flower from forest dell,
Heap at his side.
The voice of love and twilight song;
Those passioned strings though he is mute
Remember long.
The sifted grains of calm and storm;
And bow before that dust-strewn nook
And silent form.
No clasp of friend, no grip of foe:
Remember, love, with eyes tear-dim,
We too must go.