John Hay - Vespers

My Star has vanished in the west,
And with it dies the day,
And all the rosy light of life
Is fading into gray.

The sky is full of other stars,
But none to me are dear;
Their silvery light fills all the night,
But still the world is drear.

Far in the west one tender flush
The dim horizon stains,-
A memory of hours that were,
A hope that yet remains.

For, wheeling over many lands
And brightly shining on,
In happier days my Evening Star
Will be my Star of Dawn.

John Hay

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