The sad and solemn night
Hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
The glorious host of light
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The sad and solemn night
Hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
The glorious host of light
Walk the dark hemisphere till she retires;
All through her silent watches, gliding slow,
Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go.

And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.

And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.

Now twilight lets her curtain down
And pins it with a star.

Now twilight lets her curtain down
And pins it with a star.

In yonder pensile orb, and every sphere
That gems the starry girdle of the year.

In yonder pensile orb, and every sphere
That gems the starry girdle of the year.

When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then read more

When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then thy tender eyes,
As stars look on the sea.

Canst thou bind, the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the
bands of Orion?

Canst thou bind, the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the
bands of Orion?

Cry out upon the stars for doing
Ill offices, to cross their wooing.

Cry out upon the stars for doing
Ill offices, to cross their wooing.

No one sees what is before his feet: we all gaze at the stars.
[Lat., Quod est ante pedes read more

No one sees what is before his feet: we all gaze at the stars.
[Lat., Quod est ante pedes nemo spectat: coeli scrutantur
plagas.]

Or soar aloft to be the spangled skies
And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes.

Or soar aloft to be the spangled skies
And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes.