Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
II. Light: Day: NightTo the Evening Star
Thomas Campbell (17771844)S
And sett’st the weary laborer free!
If any star shed peace, ’t is thou,
That send’st it from above,
Appearing when heaven’s breath and brow
Are sweet as hers we love.
Whilst the landscape’s odors rise,
Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard,
And songs when toil is done,
From cottages where smoke unstirred
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.