Star that bringest home the bee, <br />And sett’st the weary labourer free! <br />If any star shed peace, ‘tis thou, <br />That send ‘st it from above, <br />Appearing when Heaven’s breath and brow <br />Are sweet as hers we love. <br /> <br />Come to the luxuriant skies, <br />Whilst the landscape’s odours rise, <br />Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard, <br />And songs when toil is done, <br />From cottages whose smoke unstirr’d <br />Curls yellow in the sun. <br /> <br />Star of love’s soft interviews. <br />Parted lovers on thee muse; <br />Their remembrancer in heaven <br />Of thrilling vows thou art, <br />Too delicious to be riven <br />By absence from the heart.<br /><br />Thomas Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-evening-star-2/
