The Evening Star
The Evening Star, the lover's star,
The beautiful star comes hither!
He steereth his barque
Through the azure dark,
And brings us the bright blue weather,—Love!
The beautiful bright blue weather.
The birds lie dumb, when the night stars come,
And Silence broods o'er the covers;
But a voice now wakes
In the thorny brakes,
And singeth a song for lovers,—Love!
A sad sweet song for lovers!
It singeth a song, of grief and wrong,
A passionate song for others;
Yet its own sweet pain
Can never be vain,
If it 'wakeneth love in others,—Love!
It 'wakeneth love in others.
The beautiful star comes hither!
He steereth his barque
Through the azure dark,
And brings us the bright blue weather,—Love!
The beautiful bright blue weather.
The birds lie dumb, when the night stars come,
And Silence broods o'er the covers;
But a voice now wakes
In the thorny brakes,
And singeth a song for lovers,—Love!
A sad sweet song for lovers!
It singeth a song, of grief and wrong,
A passionate song for others;
Yet its own sweet pain
Can never be vain,
If it 'wakeneth love in others,—Love!
It 'wakeneth love in others.
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