On my blankets I was lyin’ <br />Too tired to lift my head, <br />An’ the long hot day was dyin’ <br />An’ I wished that I was dead. <br /> <br />From the West the gold was driven. <br />I watched the death of day, <br />An’ the distant stars of Heaven <br />Seemed to draw my heart away.<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-western-stars/
