O meek attendant of Sol's setting blaze, I hail, sweet star, thy chaste effulgent glow; On thee full oft with fixed eye I gaze Till I, methinks, all spirit seem to grow. O first and fairest of the starry choir, O loveliest' mid the daughters of the night, Must not the maid I love like thee inspire @3Pure@1 joy and @3calm@1 Delight? Must she not be, as is thy placid sphere, Serenely brilliant? Whilst to gaze a while Be all my wish 'mid Fancy's high career E'en till she quit this scene of earthly toil; Then Hope perchance might fondly sigh to join Her spirit in thy kindred orb, O Star benign! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 6. CORRINA by THOMAS CAMPION CONSECRATION HYMN by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL FONTENOY, 1745: 1. BEFORE THE BATTLE: NIGHT by EMILY LAWLESS CHINA 1937 by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS by JOANNA BAILLIE |