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Sweet star, which gleaming o'er the darksome scene / Through fleecy clouds of silvery radiance fliest, / Spanglet of light on evening's shadowy veil, / Which shrouds the day-beam from the waveless lake, / Lighting the hour of sacred love; more sweet / Than the expiring morn-star's paly fires: - / Sweet star! When wearied Nature sinks to sleep, / And all is hushed,-all, save the voice of Love, / Whose broken murmurings swell the balmy blast / Of soft Favonius, which at intervals / Sighs in the ear of stillness, art thou aught but / Lulling the slaves of interest to repose / With that mild, pitying gaze? Oh, I would look / In thy dear beam till every bond of sense / Became enamoured-