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THE EVENING LAND.
“Oh! light us to the isles of the evening land!”—
Shelley.
Shelley.
Oh! come, gentle lady! come dwell with me
In that bright Eden Isle afar,
Where our home shall be far beyond the sea,
In the light of the western star.
We are going now where the turtle doves
May be seen upon every tree;
Where the young Fawns mate in the Indian groves,
As my spirit now mates with thee!
Then “follow Love's folding star”—
Far—far to that “sunnier strand,”
Where Peace comes down from her light afar,
On the Evening Land.
In that bright Eden Isle afar,
Where our home shall be far beyond the sea,
In the light of the western star.
We are going now where the turtle doves
May be seen upon every tree;
Where the young Fawns mate in the Indian groves,
As my spirit now mates with thee!
Then “follow Love's folding star”—
Far—far to that “sunnier strand,”
Where Peace comes down from her light afar,
On the Evening Land.
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Make haste! for thy lover will meet thee soon,
In the light of an April morn:
Be as calm, dear one! as the first New Moon.
From the old one but newly born.
As the Night now longs for the coming Moon
Which ascends from the eastern sea—
Or the hart for the cooling streams at noon,
Does my soul, in its love, for thee!
Then “follow Love's folding star”—
Far—far to that “sunnier strand,”
Where Peace comes down from her light afar,
On the Evening Land.
In the light of an April morn:
Be as calm, dear one! as the first New Moon.
From the old one but newly born.
As the Night now longs for the coming Moon
Which ascends from the eastern sea—
Or the hart for the cooling streams at noon,
Does my soul, in its love, for thee!
Then “follow Love's folding star”—
Far—far to that “sunnier strand,”
Where Peace comes down from her light afar,
On the Evening Land.
As the pigeons fly from the frozen North,
For the maste by the Southern Sea;
So we go afar from our native earth,
To dwell where the People are free.
As from cruel hawks flies the timid dove,
So from tyrants we now must flee,
Where our souls may live, ever free to love,
As the birds of that rich countrie.
Then “follow Love's folding star”—
Far—far to that “sunnier strand,”
Where Peace comes down from her light afar,
On the Evening Land.
For the maste by the Southern Sea;
So we go afar from our native earth,
To dwell where the People are free.
As from cruel hawks flies the timid dove,
So from tyrants we now must flee,
Where our souls may live, ever free to love,
As the birds of that rich countrie.
Then “follow Love's folding star”—
Far—far to that “sunnier strand,”
Where Peace comes down from her light afar,
On the Evening Land.
Middletown, Conn., Sept. 25th, 1841.
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