Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun <br /> And ready, thou, to die with him, <br /> Thou watchest all things ever dim <br /> And dimmer, and a glory done: <br /> The team is loosen'd from the wain, <br /> The boat is drawn upon the shore; <br /> Thou listenest to the closing door, <br /> And life is darken'd in the brain. <br /> Bright Phosphor, fresher for the night, <br /> By thee the world's great work is heard <br /> Beginning, and the wakeful bird; <br /> Behind thee comes the greater light: <br /> <br /> The market boat is on the stream, <br /> And voices hail it from the brink; <br /> Thou hear'st the village hammer clink, <br /> And see'st the moving of the team. <br /> <br /> Sweet Hesper-Phosphor, double name <br /> For what is one, the first, the last, <br /> Thou, like my present and my past, <br /> Thy place is changed; thou art the same.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memoriam-a-h-h-121-sad-hesper-o-er-the-buried/
