Philip Joseph Holdsworth (1849 - 1902 / Australia)

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 swim
   By the shadowy rim
Where the grey gum dips to the western plain,
   And you rayed delight
   As you winged your flight