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My Queen Of Dreams

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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.

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Tulika Jain 07 April 2007

Nice imagery. I liked the colourful atmosphere you have created complete with the glimmering scents.

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