Poems (Van Rensselaer)/Vigil
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?
He wandered very long ago. 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.