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Song to the Evening Star

Star that bringest home the bee,
    And sett'st the weary labourer free!
    If any star shed peace, 'tis thou,
        That send'st it from above,
    Appearing when Heaven's breath and brow
        Are sweet as hers we love.
      Come to the luxuriant skies
    Whilst the landscape's odours rise,
    Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard,
       And songs, when toil is done,
   From cottages whose smoke unstirred
       Curls yellow in the sun.
     Star of lover's soft interviews,
   Parted lovers on thee muse;
   Their remembrancer in heaven
       Of thrilling vows thou art,
   Too delicious to be riven
       By absence from the heart.

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  • DK akaLunaticSerene
    July 11, 2006
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    Pastoral!

    y just be unused to all the apostrophied words and such. Though it probably didn't seem strange in the era in which it was penned, to my perspectived it comes off a bit contrived. I didn't care at all for these two lines:

    Whilst the landscape's odours rise,

    Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard,

    The herds are heard thing just seems kind of sophomoric...as does Whilst. I did find a cool new word though!;
    ...remembrancer.
    I'll have to read a bit more of his work, but at this point I don't think his style will be one that appeals to me particularly.