Let us not raze the barrier,
Though souls be rigidly confined;
I would not know what secrets stir
Within the precincts of your mind.
(How profiteth the trespasser,
Since love is fleeting as the wind?)
Let us not clasp impatient hands
For the brief sweetness of the flesh,
They who are free of passion-bands
Find other nectar to refresh.
The spirit walks a secret way;
No tended veil, no shattered wall
Shall yield where her strange footpaths stray,
Nor how, for answer, one must call.
Albeit unguarded your defence,
All is most sacred unto me,
That dwelleth in the white, immense
Realm of your soul ... thus are we free.First published
in The Sydney Morning Herald
, 24 September 1932Author reference site: Austlit