Poems (Acton)/To the Evening Star
TO THE EVENING STAR.
O'er me steals a vision bright: Star of Eve! I gaze on thee;While beneath thy silver light Faintly smiles the summer sea.Mem'ry comes with gentle spell,Sweetly in my heart to dwell,Bringing back, with magic chain,All I love to me again.
Friends afar on thee may gaze Yearningly, as I do now,Calling up departed days, Haply with a saddened brow. Eyes that oft have dwelt on mine,Star of Eve! behold thee shine:Oh! that each loved face could beMirror'd in thine orb to me.
Paler grows each trembling ray; 'Neath the sun thy glories die,Fading, like my hopes, away, In yon blue and distant sky.Thoughts, that by thy welcome beamSeem recalled as in a dream;And the joys thou bring'st to me,Star of Eve! they die with thee.H. A.