The Evening Star

Walter Savage Landor

Smiles soon abate; the boisterous throes
  Of anger long burst forth;
Inconstantly the south-wind blows,
  But steadily the north.

Thy star, O Venus! often changes
  Its radiant seat above,
The chilling pole-star never ranges —
  ’Tis thus with Hate and Love.

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• Walter Savage Landor : To Zo
• Walter Savage Landor : To Zoe
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• Walter Savage Landor : Verse
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