Can't help you, I'm afraid. My searches turned up next to nothing. The only sleeping swan I found in a poem was Shelley's:
My soul is an enchanted boat,
Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float
Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing
The only scattering stars and dust I found were Rumi's: "We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust"
As you didn't ask for anyone's opinion of the poem, I won't offer one beyond what I've said.
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