In the warm flushed heart of the rose-red west, <br /> When the great sun quivered and died to-day, <br />You pulsed, O star, by yon pine-clad crest -- <br /> And throbbed till the bright eve ashened grey -- <br /> Then I saw you swim <br /> By the shadowy rim <br />Where the grey gum dips to the western plain, <br /> And you rayed delight <br /> As you winged your flight <br />To the mystic spheres where your kinsmen reign. <br /> <br />O star, did you see her? My queen of dreams! <br /> Was it you that glimmered the night we strayed <br />A month ago by these scented streams? <br /> Half-checked by the litter the musk-buds made? <br /> Did you sleep or wake? <br /> Ah, for Love's sweet sake <br />(Though the world should fail and the soft stars wane!) <br /> I shall dream delight <br /> Till our souls take flight <br />To the mystic spheres where your kinsmen reign!<br /><br />Philip Joseph Holdsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-queen-of-dreams/
