Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Star

Oh! would I might share thy wild car,
Thou strange and magnificent star!
Thou scatterest thy fiery hair;
Thy steps they are bright on the air—
Behind thee a glorious light;
Streams o'er the dark bosom of night.
Where hast thou been? is the sun
Thy home, when thy journey is done?
Or art thou a wand'rer on high,
No rest for thee found in the sky?

Never again shall I gaze
On the gleam of thy wonderful rays.
Soon the hour of thy splendour is o'er;
I shall look on thy beauty no more:
Thou wilt pass thro' the infinite space—
No mortal thy pathway may trace.
There is mystery stamp'd on thy brow—
A marvel, a secret, art thou.
Oh! would that to me it were given,
To wander with thee thro' the heav'n.