by Eliza Acton
I love in loneliness to stand afar,
When lingering twilight gently rests around;
And night is flinging from her "ebon car"
O'er earth, a shade more deep, and more profound;
While one sweet star,-a solitary gem,-
Sparkleth in Ev'ning's dark'ning diadem !
Not long alone !-for soon, with gradual glow,
A thousand diamond-lights their fires disclose,
And on the beautiful and radiant brow
Of heav'n, in rich resplendency repose:
Yet still the first is fairest-and its beam
Smiles like some young enthusiast's early dream!
Last updated January 14, 2019