Poems (Acton)/To the Evening Star

TO THE EVENING STAR. ——

O'er me steals a vision bright:
 Star of Eve! I gaze on thee;
While beneath thy silver light
 Faintly smiles the summer sea.
Mem'ry comes with gentle spell,
Sweetly in my heart to dwell,
Bringing back, with magic chain,
All I love to me again.

Friends afar on thee may gaze
 Yearningly, as I do now,
Calling up departed days,
 Haply with a saddened brow.
Eyes that oft have dwelt on mine,
Star of Eve! behold thee shine:
Oh! that each loved face could be
Mirror'd in thine orb to me.

Paler grows each trembling ray;
 'Neath the sun thy glories die,
Fading, like my hopes, away,
 In yon blue and distant sky.
Thoughts, that by thy welcome beam
Seem recalled as in a dream;
And the joys thou bring'st to me,
Star of Eve! they die with thee.
H. A.