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Lo! in the painted oriel of the West, / Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines, / Like a fair lady at her casement, shines / The evening star, the star of love and rest! / And then anon she doth herself divest / Of all her radiant garments, and reclines / Behind the sombre screen of yonder pines, / With slumber and soft dreams of love oppressed. / O my beloved, my sweet Hesperus! / My morning and my evening star of love! / My best and gentlest lady! even thus, / As that fair planet in the sky above, / Dost thou retire unto thy rest at night, / And from thy darkened window fades the light.