O snowy star! which I all night have eyed, As some poor girl her lover's moon-lit sail, Bound for the outer sea at early tide - The rosy billows and the morning gale - I grieve to lose thee! for the night will fail And thou be gone at dawning; but, to-night, Thou fill'st my cup of tears with silver light, And lustres of regret serene and pale: Thou dost express and symbolize the whole Of those deep thoughts that pierce me and refine; But see! the daytime comes with all its dole! Ah! woody hills and autumn-tints divine! Ah! mournful eyes! Ah! sad poetic soul! Ah! beauteous thoughts and fatal woes of mine! |