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THE EVENING STAR,
Just above yon sandy bar,
As the day grows fainter and dimmer, Lonely and lovely, a single star
Lights the air with a dusky glimmer.
Into the ocean faint and far
And the gleam of that single star
Is ever refulgent, soft, and tender.
Chrysaor rising out of the sea,
Showed thus glorious and thus emulous, Leaving the arms of Callirrhoe,
For ever tender, soft, and tremulous,
Thus o'er the ocean faint and far
Trailed the gleam of his falchion brightly; Is it a God, or is it a star That, entranced, I gaze on nightly !
H. W. LONGFELLOW. • THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS,'
The sea hath its pearls,
The heaven hath its stars ;
My heart hath its love. "
Great are the sea and the heaven;
Yet greater is my heart,
Flashes and beams my love.
Thou little, youthful maiden,
Come unto my great heart;
From the German of Heine.
"WHEN STARS ARE IN THE QUIET SKIES.'
When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
As stars look on the sea.
Are stillest when they shine,
Beneath the heaven of thine.
There is an hour when angels keep
Familiar watch o'er men,
Sweet spirit, meet me then.
Through slumber fairest glide,
Thou shouldst be by my side.
• BY THE MARGENT OF THE SEA.
The thoughts of thee too sacred are
For daylight's common beam; I can but know thee as my star,
My angel and my dream! When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee; Bend on me then thy tender eyes, As stars look on the sea.
E. L. BULWER.
"BY THE MARGENT OF THE SEA.'
By the margent of the sea
I would rear myself a home;
On the edges of their foam.
By the billows, morn and night.
Up and down the paven sand
Rose or set, on sea and land ;
From my window, when I rose
In the morning, I would mark The gray sea in its endless throes,
And many a bark ! Brooding o'er the pallid sails,
That are naught to me and mine,
Soon to draggle them in brine :