I see thee, bright star;
    But the promise, that hung,
Like a diamond drop
    From a golden tongue,
Has fallen, and left
    But a planet fair,
To shine as the rest
    In this Attic air.

I seek through the heavens
    Another glow,
Another promise,
    But well I know,
However I search
    The stars above,
Not one will glow
    As that star of love.

'Tis a promise that brings
    This thought to me,^__
A promise to think,
    When this star we see,
Of the love that we vowed
    Should as long endure,
As the shining star
    Its light should pour;

And in fancy we hung
    A diamond bright,
On a golden tongue,
    To the planet's light;
But alas! its sparkle
    I see no more;
It's fallen, and lies
    On the sandy shore.

And many a one,
    Since it fell from the sky,
Has seen its glow
    As he passed it by,
And stooped to grasp it
    Within his hand,
To see it borne on
    By the shifting sand.

But still, when I walk
    In the night alone,
And look where the diamond
    Of promise shone,
My heart grows sad,
    And a tear in my eye
Resembles the promise
    We hung in the sky.