Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
XIV. To the Planet Venus,An Evening StarWilliam Wordsworth (17701850)
(Composed at Loch-Lomond)
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Of dawn, it cheers the lofty spirit most
To watch thy course when daylight, fled from earth,
In the gray sky hath left his lingering ghost,
Perplexed, as if between a splendor lost
And splendor slowly mustering. Since the sun,
The absolute, the world-absorbing one,
Relinquished half his empire to the host,
Emboldened by thy guidance, holy star,
Holy as princely, who that looks on thee,
Touching, as now, in thy humility
The mountain borders of this seat of care,
Can question that thy countenance is bright,
Celestial Power! as much with love as light.