Poems (Acton)/To the Evening Star
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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.
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 be
Mirror'd in thine orb to me.
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 be
Mirror'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 beam
Seem recalled as in a dream;
And the joys thou bring'st to me,
Star of Eve! they die with thee.
H. A.
'Neath the sun thy glories die,
Fading, like my hopes, away,
In yon blue and distant sky.
Thoughts, that by thy welcome beam
Seem recalled as in a dream;
And the joys thou bring'st to me,
Star of Eve! they die with thee.
H. A.