The Seaside and the Fireside/The Evening Star
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The Evening Star.
Just above yon sandy bar, As the day grows fainter and dimmer,Lonely and lovely, a single star Lights the air with a dusky glimmer.
Into the ocean faint and far Falls the trail of its golden splendor,And the gleam of that single star Is ever refulgent, soft, and tender.
Chrysaor, rising out of the sea, Showed thus glorious and thus emulous,Leaving the arms of Callirrhoe, Forever tender, soft, and tremulous.
Thus o'er the ocean faint and far Trailed the gleam of his falchion brightly;Is it a God, or is it a star That, entranced, I gaze on nightly!