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 fields
And mountains purple with the after-story;
Before the memory of his strength is gone;
While all the heavens are glowing, tremulous
Rises 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.
His wealth of gold, his crimson flags and shields;
When his last smile illumines woods and fields
And mountains purple with the after-story;
Before the memory of his strength is gone;
While all the heavens are glowing, tremulous
Rises 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.