| Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918. |
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| | | By William Gay |
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| IF in the summer of thy bright regard | |
| For one brief season these poor Rhymes shall live | |
| I ask no more, nor think my fate too hard | |
| If other eyes but wintry looks should give; | |
| Nor will I grieve though what I here have writ | 5 |
| O’erburdened Time should drop among the ways, | |
| And to the unremembering dust commit | |
| Beyond the praise and blame of other days: | |
| The song doth pass, but I who sing, remain, | |
| I pluck from Death’s own heart a life more deep, | 10 |
| And as the Spring, that dies not, in her train | |
| Doth scatter blossoms for the Winds to reap, | |
| So I, immortal, as I fare along, | |
| Will strew my path with mortal flowers of song. | |
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