Thomas Campbell - Song to the Evening StarThomas Campbell - Song to the Evening Star
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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 unstirred
Curls yellow in the sun.
Star of lover`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.
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