And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

-William Butler Yeats, When You Are Old





A Celestial Thought (Yosemite)

Happy those early days! when I
Shined in my angel-infancy.
Before I understood this place
Appointed for my second race,
or taught my soul to fancy ought
But a white, celestial thought,
When yet I had not walked above
A mile or two, from my first love,
And looking back (at that short space)
Could see a glimpse of his bright face;

-Henry Vaughan, The Retreat, 1650





Starry Spears (Redwood)

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

-William Blake,
Songs of Experience, The Tyger, 1794





Evening Star (St.-Véran, French Alps)

And from this constant light, so regular
And so far seen, the House itself, by all
Who dwelt within the limits of the vale,
Both old and young, was named The Evening Star.

-William Wordsworth,
A Pastoral Poem, 1800







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