The following short poem appeared in G.W.M. Reynolds’s novel Robert Macaire.
Away, away, the god of day
Depart to another sphere:
The mists arise, but the darkling skies
Like a jewell’d vest appear.
Like a jewell’d vest, the arch above
Is gemm’d with many a star,
To guide the swain to his ladye-love
Or the champion to the war.
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