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The rest shone forth the next dark night, Thou didst not shine again. Didst thou fade gradual from the time The first great curse was hurled, Till lost in sorrow and in crime, Star of our early world?

Forgotten and departed star! A thousand glories shine Round the blue midnight's regal car, Who then remembers thine? Save when some mournful bard like me   Dreams over beauty gone, And in the fate that waited thee, Reads what will be his own.