ON A STAR.

BEAUTIFUL Star that art wandering through

The midnight ocean's waves of blue!

I have watched since thy first pale ray

Rose on the farewell of Summer's day,--

From thy first sweet shine on the twilight hour,

To thy present blaze of beauty and power!

Would I could read my destiny,

Lovely and glorious Star, in thee!

Yet why should I wish?--I know too well

What thy tablet of light would tell!

What, oh! what could I read there,

But the depths of Love's despair,--

Blighted feelings, like leaves that fall

The first from April's coronal,--

Hopes like meteors that shine and depart--

An early grave, and a broken heart!