Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy bald awful head, ? sovran Blanc!
She was a form of life and light That seen, became a part of sight, And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, The morning-star of memory! Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Alla given, To lift from earth our low desire.lord byron
Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger, comes dancing from the east.john milton