| Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918. |
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| 35. Hast thou forgotten me? |
| | | By Philip Joseph Holdsworth |
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| HAST thou forgotten me? the days are dark— | |
| Light ebbs from heaven, and songless soars the lark— | |
| Vexed like my heart, loud moans the unquiet sea— | |
| Hast thou forgotten me? | |
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| Hast thou forgotten me? O dead delight | 5 |
| Whose dreams and memories torture me to-night— | |
| O love—my life! O sweet—so fair to see— | |
| Hast thou forgotten me? | |
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| Hast thou forgotten? Lo, if one should say— | |
| Noontide were night, or night were flaming day— | 10 |
| Grief blinds mine eyes, I know not which it be! | |
| Hast thou forgotten me? | |
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| Hast thou forgotten? Ah, if Death should come, | |
| Close my sad eyes, and charm my song-bird dumb— | |
| Tired of strange woes—my fate were hailed with glee— | 15 |
| Hast thou forgotten me? | |
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| Hast thou forgotten me? What joy have I? | |
| A dim blown bird beneath an alien sky,— | |
| O that on mighty pinions I could flee— | |
| Hast thou forgotten me? | 20 |
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| Hast thou forgotten? Yea, Love’s horoscope | |
| Is blurred with tears and suffering beyond Hope— | |
| Ah, like dead leaves forsaken of the tree, | |
| Thou hast forgotten me. | |
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