Poems (Van Rensselaer)/Vigil
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VIGIL
A cloudless stretch of yellow sky,
(The wide world's western rim),
And, scintillant, one star on high.
Bright star, hast thou seen him?
(The wide world's western rim),
And, scintillant, one star on high.
Bright star, hast thou seen him?
He wandered very long ago.
I cannot make a quest,
For where to seek I should not know
In all that shining west.
I cannot make a quest,
For where to seek I should not know
In all that shining west.
The ones who loved him once are dead—
I, only, cared to wait.
Keep vigil, Venus, overhead;
I watch the open gate.
I, only, cared to wait.
Keep vigil, Venus, overhead;
I watch the open gate.