Smiles soon abate; the boisterous throes <br />Of anger long burst forth; <br />Inconstantly the south-wind blows, <br />But steadily the north. <br /> <br />Thy star, O Venus! often changes <br />Its radiant seat above, <br />The chilling pole-star never ranges -- <br />'Tis thus with Hate and Love.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-evening-star-2/
