To the Evening Star
- 1O meek attendant of Sol's setting blaze,
- 2I hail, sweet star, thy chaste effulgent glow;
- 3On thee full oft with fixéd eye I gaze
- 4Till I, methinks, all spirit seem to grow.
- 5O first and fairest of the starry choir,
- 6O loveliest 'mid the daughters of the
night,
- 7Must not the maid I love like thee inspire
- 8Pure joy and calm Delight?
- 9Must she not be, as is thy placid sphere
- 10Serenely brilliant? Whilst to gaze a while
- 11Be all my wish 'mid Fancy's high career
- 12E'en till she quit this scene of
earthly toil;
- 13Then Hope perchance might fondly sigh to join
- 14Her spirit in thy kindred orb, O Star
benign!