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    ARRIA TO POETUS   Table of Contents     SPRING.

Tucker, Mary E.



THE sky low down in distant West, is tinged
with golden hue,
While all the glorious vault above is one bright
mass of blue.
Now as I still gaze in the West, my favorite star I see,
A diamond bright, queen of the night, the
evening star for me.

Some love the war like star of Mars: he pleaseth
not my eyes;
Some say that Jupiter is bright: his looks I
little prize;
The morning star is passing fair, but still I love
it not;
For none to me shines lovingly, as Venus *

(*) Written when Venus was evening star. on my cot.


Now the pale moon, as if in love, is sending from
the sky
Her tender beams upon the field, where, Mary,
you and I
So oft have stood at close of day, and talked our
little cares--
Love, children, cooks, our thoughts of books, our
prospects, hopes and fears.

Now standing out in bold relief, I see your cottage
The once green trees are bare of leaves, they fell
at winter's blight.
All is so still! No light is there, I know you
are at rest;
May slumber's light be yours this night--may you
ever be blest.

Soon, very soon, for aught we know, our pathway
may divide;
But, Mary, will you think of me, when I'm not by
your side?
And oh! look on, with pitying eye, in distant,
distant years;
My virtues few, my friendship true, and o'er my
faults shed tears.

    ARRIA TO POETUS   Table of Contents     SPRING.