Fair Star of evening, Splendour of the west,Star of my Country!—on the horizon’s brinkThou hangest, stooping, as might seem, to sinkOn England’s bosom; yet well pleased to rest,Meanwhile, and be to her a glorious crestConspicuous to the Nations. Thou, I think,Should’st be my Country’s emblem; and shouldst wink,Bright Star! with laughter on her banners, drestIn thy fresh beauty. There! that dusky spotBeneath thee, that is England; there she lies.Blessings be on you both! one hope, one lot,One life, one glory!—I, with many a fearFor my dear Country, many heartfelt sighs,Among men who do not love her, linger here.