Star that bringest home the bee,
And sett-st the weary labourer free!
If any star shed peace, -tis thou,
That send -st it from above,
Appearing when Heaven-s breath and brow
Are sweet as hers we love.
Come to the luxuriant skies,
Whilst the landscape-s odours rise,
Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard,
And songs when toil is done,
From cottages whose smoke unstirr-d
Curls yellow in the sun.
Star of love-s soft interviews.
Parted lovers on thee muse;
Their remembrancer in heaven
Of thrilling vows thou art,
Too delicious to be riven
By absence from the heart.
To The Evening Star
Thomas Campbell
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