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To “Stella.”

Sweet Planet! strangely seen, suddenly loved
At the first eye-glance of our midnight meeting!
I look back on the ways whereby I moved
To this fair fate, my lonely life completing:
I did not seek you, Dear! no vision tender
Bade me expect you by my rayless road!
There was no dreamy dawning of the splendour
Your white light shed! no morning-grey that showed
Where my Star waited under life's horizon!—
Ah, far, pure, silvery Star! set not again!
Better no lamp to fix the sailor's eyes on,
Than one brief beam cast on the cold dark main!