Poems (Baldwyn)/Address to the Evening Star
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ADDRESS TO THE EVENING STAR.
From "Songs of Selma."—Ossian.
"Star of descending night, fair is thy light in the west! Thou that liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud, thy steps are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in the plain? The stormy winds are laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings; the hum of their course is on the fields. What dost thou behold, fair light? But thou dost smile and depart. The waves come with joy around thee; they bathe thy lovely hair. Farewell, thou silent beam. Let the light of Ossian's soul arise!"
Star of descending night!
Fair in the west thy light;
Thine unshorn head thou liftest from the cloud.
Thy steps are on thy hill;
What in the plain so still,
Dost thou behold? No stormy winds blow loud.
The murm'ring torrent falls;
The roaring wave now calls;
The flies of evening murmer from afar.
Their home is on the field;
What seest thou, fair shield?
But thou dost smile and leave us, gentle star!
The waves of ocean gleam
With joy around thy beam;
They bathe in beauty thy departing light.
Farewell, thou star of eve!
We may thine absence grieve.
Let mem'ry now arise serene and bright!
Fair in the west thy light;
Thine unshorn head thou liftest from the cloud.
Thy steps are on thy hill;
What in the plain so still,
Dost thou behold? No stormy winds blow loud.
The murm'ring torrent falls;
The roaring wave now calls;
The flies of evening murmer from afar.
Their home is on the field;
What seest thou, fair shield?
But thou dost smile and leave us, gentle star!
The waves of ocean gleam
With joy around thy beam;
They bathe in beauty thy departing light.
Farewell, thou star of eve!
We may thine absence grieve.
Let mem'ry now arise serene and bright!
THE END.