“The Lover to the Star Lyra” from the American Monthly Magazine
by Ann Neilson
The Lover to the Star Lyra
From the American Monthly Magazine, Volume 3, February, 1837, pp. 139-40.
“We agreed at our parting, that where we might be, every night, at a certain hour, our eyes should be fixed on a particular star, (the first in the constellation Lyra;) and thus we might be sure that the thoughts of each were dwelling on the other.” Diary of an Enthusiast.
BRIGHT star! whose soft and pencilled ray
Falls trembling over earth and sea,—
Far dearer than the flash of day
Is thy pale beam to me;
For more than lettered sage can tell,
May in that quivering glimmer dwell.
Perchance upon this lovely eve,
Another’s glance is on thee bent,
And tracks thy beams until they leave
Her own far firmament;
Then turning sadly from the view,
She whispers—”Is he gazing too?
“He promised (when he left me weeping,
To count the weary, widowed days,)
Still, when the earth in dew lay sleeping,
On that pale star to gaze,—
And that its changeless gleam should be
A type of his true constancy.
“But time has withered leaf and blossom
That wreathed his youthful heart with mine,
And now upon another’s bosom
His hope and breast recline;
And I, perchance, am left to moan,
And watch the weary night alone.”
And deem’st thou, dearest, that this heart
To thee can ever faithless prove?
That time can rust the chain apart
Whose links are thoughts of love?
Ah! what avails the offered key,
To set the willing captive free?
Like that soft ray, my love lives on,
Though rolling earth may intervene;
And if, before the regal sun,
It glimmers all unseen,
Yet still the grateful shades of night
Restore it to the longing sight.
And so, bright star, thine orb I greet
With more of joy than words can tell;
For there I know my glance will meet
With her’s I love so well;
The frailest thread by fancy spun,
May bind two yearning hearts in one.