To the Evening Star.

Thou fair-down'd Evening Star, that gleamest
Alone, awake, while all thy brethren sleep,
I envy thee, and thy serene eye beamest
On Earth's dark lap, that slumbers in thy keep.

About Sara Teasdale

American lyric poet, known for her poems on love, nature, and the feminine experience. Her work often displays a delicate and musical quality.

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