Classic Poem

O star of morning, be thou kind
And deign my constant love to bless;
Learn not thy neighbour Ares' mind
Nor his fierce ruthlessness.

But, as of old, when Phaëthon
With Clymenë his darling lay,
Thou didst consent, till all was done,
Thy eastward path to stay.

So now for me, when this glad night
In answer to my prayers has come,
Delay, dear star, the morning light
As in Cimmeria's home.