We present this work in honor of Australia Day.

 

I camped last night in a desert grey
‘Neath the eyes of a million stars,
For they all had come in their vestments gay,
Like a laughing host in the wake of day,
To the shrine of the midnight bars.
And satyrs slid on the glinting spars
Of light, through the halls of space,
And Venus served from the vintage jars,
And a blossom shone on the nose of Mars
And a smile on the old Moon’s face.
My castle’s roof was the spangled sky
And its carpet of sea-green moss;
And its walls were curtained with tapestry,…
And the face of her I had kissed Good-bye
Was enshrined in the Southern Cross.
As I gazed, the stars kept clustering,
And closer and closer crept,
Until I and they, we were all a-swing,
When an owl flew down on a drowsy wing
And we blew out the light… and slept.