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SONNET,THE IDEA TAKEN FROM OSSIAN'S HYMN TO THE EVENING STAR.
Star of descending night!
How fair thy lovely light!
Thou lift'st thy unshorn head
From thy dark cloudy bed.
Thy steps are stately on the plain,
The stormy winds are hush'd again.
Up yonder rock that mocks the force of time,
The roaring waves impetuous strive to climb;
The flies of ev'ning hum thro' yonder field,
Scarce can their languid wings assistance yield,
What dost thou see, oh! star most fair?
But now thou go'st to bathe thy lovely hair
In waves surrounding thee with gladness,
Farewell, thou silent beam of sadness.
How fair thy lovely light!
Thou lift'st thy unshorn head
From thy dark cloudy bed.
Thy steps are stately on the plain,
The stormy winds are hush'd again.
Up yonder rock that mocks the force of time,
The roaring waves impetuous strive to climb;
The flies of ev'ning hum thro' yonder field,
Scarce can their languid wings assistance yield,
What dost thou see, oh! star most fair?
But now thou go'st to bathe thy lovely hair
In waves surrounding thee with gladness,
Farewell, thou silent beam of sadness.
