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/by-the-seaside-the-evening-star/
