William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Song to the Evening StarThomas Campbell (17771844)
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And sett’st the weary labourer free!
If any star shed peace, ’tis Thou
That send’st it from above,
Appearing when Heaven’s breath and brow
Are sweet as hers we love.
Whilst to the landscape’s odours rise,
Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard
And songs when toil is done,
From cottages whose smoke unstirr’d
Curls yellow in the sun.
Parted lovers on thee muse;
Their remembrancer in Heaven
Of thrilling vows thou art,
Too delicious to be riven
By absence from the heart.