Poems (Linn)/The Evening Star
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THE EVENING STAR.
WHEN day departs, dying amid his glory,His wealth of gold, his crimson flags and shields;When his last smile illumines woods and fieldsAnd mountains purple with the after-story;Before the memory of his strength is gone;While all the heavens are glowing, tremulousRises the evening star, fair Hesperus,Daughter of Day, heir of his world and throne.Behind a cloud she hides her presence bright,As if still mourning Day's departed grace;While tears of dew fall down the deeps of night,Bathing each flower's prayerful, upturned face.Nature in silence mourns the god of light,—That princely offspring of immortal race.