Evenstar, still
If this twilight thou dost
On a more unhappy head,
On tears lonelier than mine,
Vainer prayers and deepest sighs,
Take, sweet spirit, thou that
Comforter of our
All the prayers perforce unsaid,
All the sighs I cannot sigh,
All the tears I cannot shed;
Fill his eyes and flood his heart,
Who, my everlasting kin,
Broods, afar, unknown, apart.
Bring, ah bring him that
From unsolaceable pain,
Which nor prayers, nor tears, nor sighs,
No, nor even the
Presence of thy eternal
Can,
O evenstar, make mine.
