Walter Savage Landor (Уолтер Сэвидж Лэндор)

The Evening Star

Smiles soon abate; the boisterous throes
  Of anger long burst forth;
Inconstantly the south-wind blows,
  But steadily the north.

Thy star, O Venus! often changes
  Its radiant seat above,
The chilling pole-star never ranges --
  'Tis thus with Hate and Love.

1. Idle Words
2. The Poet Who Sleeps
3. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
4. Tell Me Not Things Past All Belief
5. Ternissa! You Are Fled!

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