Song to the Evening Star

Song to the Evening Star
Thomas Campbell

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.

This work was published before January 1, 1927, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.