I lay beneath these golden trees,


    and whisper soft into the breeze,


    you sit upon the coral seat,


    with pearls and golden orchids sweet


    Beneath these mighty boughs that shed


    These fuschia blossoms on your head,


    I sigh as though in sweet relief,


    Stolen novel; please report.


    a dazzling sight beyond belief.


    The beauty of the starlight queen,


    in boundless night forever seen,


    Bright Dream of mine, immortal fair


    Flying undimmed without a care


    Emerging from the distant deep,


    Rising, she set the chained ones free


    And now in silence, fast asleep,


    she glimmers on the moonlit sea.


    I lay beneath these golden boughs


    and smile in silence as I drowse,


    and in my dreams I see her there,


    The empress of the evening air.