Poem by William Wordsworth

Composed by the Sea-Side near Calais, August 1802

Fair Star of evening, Splendour of the west,
Star of my Country! - on the horizon's brink
Thou hangest, stooping, as might seem, to sink
On England's bosom; yet well pleased to rest,
Meanwhile, and be to her a glorious crest
Conspicuous to the Nations. Thou, I think,
Should'st be my Country's emblem; and should'st wink,
Bright Star! with laughter on her banners, drest
In thy fresh beauty. There! that dusky spot
Beneath thee, that is England; there she lies.
Blessings be on you both! one hope, one lot,
One life, one glory! - I, with many a fear
For my dear Country, many heartfelt sighs,
Among men who do not love her, linger here. 

1. Processions
2. Monument of Mrs. Howard
3. Gordale
4. Monastery of Old Bangor
5. Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge: Continued

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