FAIR Star of evening, Splendour of the west, Star of my Country! -- on the horizon's brink Thou hangest, stooping, as might seem, to sink On England's bosom; yet well pleased to rest, Meanwhile, and be to her a glorious crest Conspicuous to the Nations. Thou, I think, Should'st be my Country's emblem; and should'st wink, Bright Star! with laughter on her banners, drest In thy fresh beauty. There! that dusky spot Beneath thee, that is England; there she lies. Blessings be on you both! one hope, one lot, One life, one glory! -- I, with many a fear For my dear Country, many heartfelt sighs, Among men who do not love her, linger here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TUFT OF KELP by HERMAN MELVILLE TO MOSCOW by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR SUPER FLUMINA BABYLONIS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 27 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: SATURDAY by JOHN BYROM |