Herald Of The United States

APOLLO's FOUNT
The EVENING STAR

Queen of the crimson colour'd
Companion of retiring day,
Why at the closing gates of heaven
Belov'd star dost thou delay
So fair thy pensive beauty burns,
When soft the tear of twilight
So due thy plighted Step returns
To chambers brighter than the sun
To Peace, to Pleasure, and to Love,
So kind a star thou seem'st to be,
Sure some enamour'd orb above
Descends and burns to meet with thee.
Thine is the breathing blushing hour,
When all unhallow'd passions fly,
Chas'd by the soul subduing power
Of love's delicious ecstasy.
O sacred to the fall of day,
Queen of propitious airs, appear
And early rise, nor long delay
When Caroline herself is here!
Shine on her chosen green resort,
Whose trees the sunward summit crown,
And wanton flowers, that well may court
An angel's feet to tread them down.
Shine on her sweetly scented road,
Thou star of evening's purple dome,
That leads the nightingale abroad,
And guides the pilgrim to his home.
Shine where my charmer's sweeter breath
Embalms the oft exhaling dew,
Where dying winds a sigh bequeath
To kiss the cheek of rosy hue.
Where, winnow'd by the gentle air,
Her silken tresses darkly flow,
And fall upon her brow so fair
Like shadows on the mountain snow.
Thus, ever thus, at day's decline,
In converse sweet to wander far,
O bring with thee my Caroline,
And thou shalt be my ruling star!