Classic Poem

As I came down along the height
I saw the Evening Star,
Benignant, near, the nearest lamp
Among the worlds afar.
Oh, kindly close it looked on me
To keep us children company
With all love-looks that are!

As I came down along the moor
I saw the window-light,
Clear shining out across the dark,
A welcome to the night:
And these two glories, home and star,
The very near and very far,
Were like to one delight.

As I came by the valley brook
The fireflies hovered there.
They shed Aslow, unanxious glow,
Poising in quiet air;
So constant and so near at hand
That any eyes could understand
Their starlight unaware.

Some kinship here I cannot read
Because it lies too deep:
But these three starry things I saw,
And mine they are to keep.
How like they were, some happy way,—
It shines through all the troubled day,
It shines on me through sleep!