| GEM of the crimson-colour'd even, | |
| Companion of retiring day, | |
| Why at the closing gates of heaven, | |
| Beloved Star, dost thou delay? | |
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| So fair thy pensile beauty burns | 5 |
| When soft the tear of twilight flows; | |
| So due thy plighted love returns | |
| To chambers brighter than the rose; | |
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| To Peace, to Pleasure, and to Love | |
| So kind a star thou seem'st to be, | 10 |
| Sure some enamour'd orb above | |
| Descends and burns to meet with thee. | |
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| Thine is the breathing, blushing hour | |
| When all unheavenly passions fly, | |
| Chased by the soul-subduing power | 15 |
| Of Love's delicious witchery. | |
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| Oh! sacred to the fall of day, | |
| Queen of propitious stars, appear, | |
| And early rise, and long delay, | |
| When Caroline herself is here! | 20 |
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| Shine on her chosen green resort | |
| Whose trees the sunward summit crown, | |
| And wanton flowers, that well may court | |
| An angel's feet to tread them down:— | |
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| Shine on her sweetly-scented road, | 25 |
| Thou star of evening's purple dome, | |
| That lead'st the nightingale abroad, | |
| And guid'st the pilgrim to his home. | |
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| Shine where my charmer's sweeter breath | |
| Embalms the soft exhaling dew, | 30 |
| Where dying winds a sigh bequeath | |
| To kiss the cheek of rosy hue;— | |
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| Where winnow'd by the gentle air, | |
| Her silken tresses darkly flow | |
| And fall upon her brow so fair, | 35 |
| Like shadows on the mountain snow. | |
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| Thus, ever thus, at day's decline | |
| In converse sweet to wander far— | |
| O bring with thee my Caroline. | |
| And thou shalt be my Ruling Star! | 40 |
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