Opal, little opal, with the red fire glancing, <br />Set my blood a-spinning, set my pulse a-stir, <br />Strike the harp of memory, set my dull heart dancing <br />Southward to the Sunny Land and the love of Her! <br /> <br />Opal, shining opal, let them call you luckless jewel, <br />Let them curse or let them covet, you are still my heart's desire, <br />You that robbed the sun and moon and green earth for fuel <br />To gather to your milky breast and fill your veins with fire! <br /> <br />Green of fluttering gum-leaves above dim water-courses, <br />Red of rolling dust-clouds, blue of summer skies, <br />Flash of flints afire beneath the hoofs of racing horses, <br />Sunlight and moonlight and light of lovers' eyes <br /> <br />Pink clasping hands amid a Southern summer gloaming, <br />Green of August grasses, white of dew-sprung pearls, <br />Grey of winging wild geese into the Sunset homing, <br />Twined with all the kisses of a Queen of Queensland girls!<br /><br />William Henry Ogilvie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/queensland-opal-2/
