From Quinn’s Post

Celestial star that crossed my path,

Leaving fair visions in my soul;

Oh! why did you e’er leave your realm

And break my heart? With mournful dole

Now restless night doth me pursue,

And fiends do tempt my soul to hell.

Ah! gentle maid, if you but knew

My inner shrine, and it could tell

My hidden love, as deep, as true,

As gentle as sweet birds at play;

Drift back, bright star, and comfort me

In this unending, dreary day.

V. N. Hopkins,

Pte., A.M.C., att. 17th Aust. Bn.