I stumbled upon this lovely poem by William Blake (1757-1827). What beautiful words!
To the Evening Star
- THOU fair-haired Angel of the Evening,
- Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
- Thy bright torch of love--thy radiant crown
- Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
- Smile on our loves; and, while thou drawest the
- Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
- On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
- In timely sleep. Let thy West Wind sleep on
- The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
- And wash the dusk with silver.--Soon, full soon,
- Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,
- And the lion glares through the dun forest:
- The fleeces of our flocks are covered with
- Thy sacred dew; protect them with thine influence!
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