Literary Gazette, 19th April 1823, Page 251
I looked upon the twilight Star,
And young blue eyes shone by my side,
And, with a lover's fondness, wished
It were a home for my sweet Bride!
Were my words sin, that I should have
To weep upon my fatal prayer?
My seat is by Ianthe's grave—
That twilight Star is shining there! 
- ↑ Signature after later poem