FAIR Star of evening, Splendour of the west, <br />Star of my Country!--on the horizon's brink <br />Thou hangest, stooping, as might seem, to sink <br />On England's bosom; yet well pleased to rest, <br />Meanwhile, and be to her a glorious crest <br />Conspicuous to the Nations. Thou, I think, <br />Should'st be my Country's emblem; and should'st wink, <br />Bright Star! with laughter on her banners, drest <br />In thy fresh beauty. There! that dusky spot <br />Beneath thee, that is England; there she lies. <br />Blessings be on you both! one hope, one lot, <br />One life, one glory!--I, with many a fear <br />For my dear Country, many heartfelt sighs, <br />Among men who do not love her, linger here.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/composed-by-the-sea-side-near-calais-august-1802/
