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Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.

By Frank Wilmot

184 . The Last Port

I WROUGHT and battled and wept, near and afar

I scanned the secret of the bud and star.

Hill-road and desert, and the hurrying street

Know well the impress of my restless feet!

Then some one came with soft, caressing glance,

Slow, like a woman out of all romance.

Love closed around me these warm, folded wings—

That was the end of all my wanderings.