[StarCMC]

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844)
 

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.

 

[Soaring Feather]

Morning Star,

Thank you for Song to the Evening Star by Thomas Campbell. I absolutely love the old English and wish it were still in practice.


I had the wonderful opportunity to have a neighbor read Chaucer to me. I was recovering from surgery and she offered to give me a reading as a comfort to me.

I honored her with an Anthology in which my work had been published.