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ODE

TO THE EVENING STAR.

How sweet thy modest light to view,
Fair Star, to love and lovers dear!
While trembling on the falling dew,
Like beauty shining through a tear.
Or, hanging o'er that mirror-stream,
To mark that image trembling there,
Thou seem'st to smile with softer gleam,
To see thy lovely face so fair.
Though, blazing o'er the arch of night,
The moon thy timid beams outshine
As far as thine each starry light;—
Her rays can never vie with thine.

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Thine are the soft enchanting hours
When twilight lingers on the plain,
And whispers to the closing flowers,
That soon the sun will rise again.
Thine is the breeze that, murmuring bland
As music, wafts the lover's sigh,
And bids the yielding heart expand
In love's delicious extasy.
Fair Star! tho' I be doom'd to prove
That rapture's tears are mix'd with pain,
Ah, still I feel 'tis sweet to love!—
But sweeter to be lov'd again.