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TO THE EVENING STAR.
It is a joy where sadness hath a part,
A melancholy, worth whole days of mirth,
The eye in tears, indeed, but with a heart
Which bounds as if 'twould break the bonds of earth.
A melancholy, worth whole days of mirth,
The eye in tears, indeed, but with a heart
Which bounds as if 'twould break the bonds of earth.
Thou lovely star! methinks thy herald-ray
Speaketh of rest beyond our hour of time;
And seemeth to invite the soul away
To seek for refuge in a happier clime.
Speaketh of rest beyond our hour of time;
And seemeth to invite the soul away
To seek for refuge in a happier clime.
To the Evening Star.
Once more, thou radiant star,
Hail to those fires that nightly burn,
Heaven-kindled in thy sacred urn,
Sending their light afar.
Hail to those fires that nightly burn,
Heaven-kindled in thy sacred urn,
Sending their light afar.
When twilight walks the earth
And bids the virgins of the sky
Lift their celestial lamps on high,
And call the dew-drops forth.
And bids the virgins of the sky
Lift their celestial lamps on high,
And call the dew-drops forth.
Then comest thou, loveliest one—
The fondly sought of many eyes,
That watch and wait for thee to rise
Like Ghebers for the Sun.
The fondly sought of many eyes,
That watch and wait for thee to rise
Like Ghebers for the Sun.
Love claims thee as his own;
And well thy "tender light" accords
With the half-sighed, half-whispered words
Sacred to love alone.
And well thy "tender light" accords
With the half-sighed, half-whispered words
Sacred to love alone.
His stolen interview
He may not trust to babbling day,
But when did thy mild beam betray
The tender and the true?
He may not trust to babbling day,
But when did thy mild beam betray
The tender and the true?
And thou art toil's delight;
When day deserts the fading west,
He hails the harbinger of rest,
And home-restoring night.
When day deserts the fading west,
He hails the harbinger of rest,
And home-restoring night.
Yet these unconstant be;
Love leaves thee for the yellow torch,
And casts aside, at Hymen's porch.
His last fond thought of thee.
Love leaves thee for the yellow torch,
And casts aside, at Hymen's porch.
His last fond thought of thee.