Lo! in the paintedoriel of the West, <br /> Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines, <br /> Like a fair lady at her casement, shines <br /> The evening star, the star of love and rest! <br /> And then anon she doth herself divest <br /> Of all her radiant garments, and reclines <br /> Behind the sombre screen of yonder pines, <br /> With slumber and soft dreams of love oppressed. <br /> O my beloved, my sweet Hesperus! <br /> My morning and my evening star of love! <br /> My best and gentlest lady! even thus, <br /> As that fair planet in the sky above, <br /> Dost thou retire unto thy rest at night, <br /> And from thy darkened window fades the light.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-evening-star/
