Poems (Botta)/The Lake and Star



The mountain lake, o’ershadowed by the hills, May still gaze heavenward on the evening star, Whose distant light its dark recesses fills, Though boundless distance must divide them far; Still may the lake the star’s bright image bear, Still may the star, from its blue ether dome, Shower down its silver beams across the gloom, And light the wave that wanders darkly there. Star of my life! thus do I turn to thee Amid the shadows that above me roll; Thus from thy distant sphere thou shinest on me; Thus does thine image float upon my soul, Through the wide space that must our lives dissever Far as the lake and star, ah me! forever.