ON A STAR.
Beautiful Star that art wandering through
The midnight ocean's waves of blue!
I have watched 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!
