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THE WIDOWER TO THE EVENING STAR.
Star that warnest the bird
To her dew-besprinkled nest,
That sendest the hind to his cottage fire,
And givest the weary rest.
Star! O gentle Star!
Beacon of dreams and sleep,
I lie me down
On the cold heath brown,
To gaze on thy light and weep!
To her dew-besprinkled nest,
That sendest the hind to his cottage fire,
And givest the weary rest.
Star! O gentle Star!
Beacon of dreams and sleep,
I lie me down
On the cold heath brown,
To gaze on thy light and weep!
I weep, O quiet Star!
With a grief that shall not depart,
For thou wakest the thoughts of times gone by,
And bringest them to my heart:
When thy light was the signal ray,
To guide my weary feet
To the lowly dome
Of my cottage home,
And the side of my partner sweet.
With a grief that shall not depart,
For thou wakest the thoughts of times gone by,
And bringest them to my heart:
When thy light was the signal ray,
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To the lowly dome
Of my cottage home,
And the side of my partner sweet.
Yes! lovely Star of Eve!
Thou bringest to all things rest;
Thou sendest the bee to its sheltering hive,
The bird to its warm-built nest:
But thou bringest to me, O Star!
Thoughts that are sad and deep.
So I lie me down
On the cold heath brown,
To gaze on thy light and weep!
Thou bringest to all things rest;
Thou sendest the bee to its sheltering hive,
The bird to its warm-built nest:
But thou bringest to me, O Star!
Thoughts that are sad and deep.
So I lie me down
On the cold heath brown,
To gaze on thy light and weep!
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