Classic Poem

Celestial gem! who, ere bright Phœbus laves
His golden tresses in the briny waves,
Com'st forth alone to deck the azure plain,
Leaving the care of all thy brilliant train,
To the grave conduct of the slow-paced Night,
Through whose dark veil they peep with radiant light;
Ah! must I ever hail thee with a sigh!
Ever behold thee with sad tearful eye?
If thou with pity view'st my grief-torn mind,
Amidst the stars my angry planet find;
Bid it this harsh severity give o'er,—
Bid it torment my throbbing heart no more:
Alas! thy trembling beams prophetic say,
“Dark clouds woe of will shade each future day.”