Poem by 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.

1. The Reply of the Fountain
2. Absence (Oh! never can we feel how dear)
3. To Sir John Doyle, Bart
4. Addressed to —
5. Lancaster

Dora Sigerson Shorter The Star ("I saw a dreamer, I saw a poet")

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