| A STAR is gone! a star is gone! | |
| There is a blank in Heaven; | |
| One of the cherub choir has done | |
| His airy course this even. | |
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| He sat upon the orb of fire | 5 |
| That hung for ages there, | |
| And lent his music to the choir | |
| That haunts the nightly air. | |
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| But when his thousand years are pass'd, | |
| With a cherubic sigh | 10 |
| He vanish'd with his car at last, | |
| For even cherubs die! | |
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| Hear how his angel-brothers mourn— | |
| The minstrels of the spheres— | |
| Each chiming sadly in his turn | 15 |
| And dropping splendid tears. | |
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| The planetary sisters all | |
| Join in the fatal song, | |
| And weep this hapless brother's fall, | |
| Who sang with them so long. | 20 |
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| But deepest of the choral band | |
| The Lunar Spirit sings, | |
| And with a bass-according hand | |
| Sweeps all her sullen strings. | |
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| From the deep chambers of the dome | 25 |
| Where sleepless Uriel lies, | |
| His rude harmonic thunders come | |
| Mingled with mighty sighs. | |
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| The thousand car-bourne cherubim, | |
| The wandering eleven, | 30 |
| All join to chant the dirge of him | |
| Who fell just now from Heaven. | |
