BEAUTIFUL star, that art wandering through The midnight's ocean's waves of blue! I have watch'd since thy first pale ray Rose on the farewell of summer's day, -- From thy first sweet shine on the twilight hour, To thy present blaze of beauty and power! Would I could read my destiny, Lovely and glorious star, in thee! Yet why should I wish? -- I know too well What thy tablet of light would tell! What, oh! what could I read there, But the depths of Love's despair, -- Blighted feelings, like leaves that fall The first from April's coronal, -- Hopes like meteors that shine and depart -- An early grave, and a broken heart! |