Venus, the Evening Star
Its wick aflame,
Its fuel aflow;
The lantern hung in the west.
It hung
And the world spun
And it was gone, but not to rest.
For tomorrow
It will reappear
And shine again
Through the atmosphere
―A bright and lovely light. —John Riedell
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