|Gem of the crimson-colour’d Even,
|Companion of retiring day,
|Why at the closing gates of heaven,
|Beloved Star, dost thou delay?
|So fair thy pensile beauty burns
|When soft the tear of twilight flows;
|So due thy plighted love returns
|To chambers brighter than the rose;
|To Peace, to Pleasure, and to Love
|So kind a star thou seem’st to be,
|Sure some enamour’d orb above
|Descends and burns to meet with thee!
|Thine is the breathing, blushing hour
|When all unheavenly passions fly,
|Chased by the soul-subduing power
|Of Love’s delicious witchery.
|O! sacred to the fall of day
|Queen of propitious stars, appear,
|And early rise, and long delay.
|When Caroline herself is here!
|Shine on her chosen green resort
|Whose trees the sunward summit crown,
|And wanton flowers, that well may court
|An angel’s feet to tread them down:—
|Shine on her sweetly scented road
|Thou star of evening’s purple dome,
|That lead’st the nightingale abroad,
|And guid’st the pilgrim to his home.
|Shine where my charmer’s sweeter breath
|Embalms the soft exhaling dew,
|Where dying winds a sigh bequeath
|To kiss the cheek of rosy hue:—
|Where, winnow’d by the gentle air,
|Her silken tresses darkly flow
|And fall upon her brow so fair,
|Like shadows on the mountain snow.
|Thus, ever thus, at day’s decline
|In converse sweet to wander far—
|O bring with thee my Caroline,
|And thou shalt be my Ruling Star!
|Thomas Campbell |
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