Composed by the Seaside near Calais

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,

 Shouldst be my Country's emblem; and shouldst 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.