To the Evening Star

Star that bringest home the bee, And sett’st the weary laborer free! If any star shed peace, ’t is thou, That send’st it from above, Appearing when heaven’s breath and brow Are sweet as hers we love. Come to the luxuriant skies, Whilst the landscape’s odors rise, Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard, And songs when toil is done, From cottages where smoke unstirred Curls yellow in the sun. Star of love’s soft interviews, Parted lovers on thee muse; Their remembrancer in heaven Of thrilling vows thou art, Too delicious to be riven By absence from the heart.

Collection: 
English
1797
Thomas Campbell
Sub Title: 
II. Light: Day: Night

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