THE EVENING STAR. Lo! in the painted oriel of the West, And then anon she doth herself divest Of all her radiant garments, and reclines With slumber and soft dreams of love oppressed. |
THE EVENING STAR. Lo! in the painted oriel of the West, And then anon she doth herself divest Of all her radiant garments, and reclines With slumber and soft dreams of love oppressed. |