My Queen of Dreams

In the warm flushed heart of the rose-red west,When the great sun quivered and died to-day,You pulsed, O star, by yon pine-clad crest —And throbbed till the bright eve ashened grey —Then I saw you swimBy the shadowy rimWhere the grey gum dips to the western plain,And you rayed delightAs you winged your flightTo the mystic spheres where your kinsmen reign.

O star, did you see her? My queen of dreams!Was it you that glimmered the night we strayedA month ago by these scented streams?Half-checked by the litter the musk-buds made?Did you sleep or wake?Ah, for Love's sweet sake(Though the world should fail and the soft stars wane!)I shall dream delightTill our souls take flightTo the mystic spheres where your kinsmen reign!