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
To 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 strayed
A 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 delight
   Till our souls take flight
To the mystic spheres where your kinsmen reign!