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!
Hast Thou Forgotten Me?
- by Philip Joseph Holdsworth30
HAST thou forgotten me? the days are dark— Light ebbs from heaven, and songless soars the lark— Vexed like my heart, loud moans the unquiet sea— Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten me? O dead delight Whose dreams and memories torture me to-night— O love—my life! O sweet—so fair to see— Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten? Lo, if one should say— Noontide were night, or night were flaming day— Grief blinds mine eyes, I know not which it be! Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten? Ah, if Death should come, Close my sad eyes, and charm my song-bird dumb— Tired of strange woes—my fate were hailed with glee— Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten me? What joy have I? A dim blown bird beneath an alien sky,— O that on mighty pinions I could flee— Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten? Yea, Love's horoscope Is blurred with tears and suffering beyond Hope— Ah, like dead leaves forsaken of the tree, Thou hast forgotten me.
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