Classic Poem

Even's star yonder
Comes like a crown on us
Larger and fonder
Grows its orb down on us;
So, love, my love for thee
Blossoms increasingly;
So sinks it in the sea,
Waxing unceasingly.
(Mem. Ed., 1: 53)

See the star yonder
Sink like a crown on us
Fonder & fonder
Grows its beam down on us.
So, love, my love for thee
Blossoms increasingly:
So will it meet the sea
Swelling increasingly.