The Fallen Star

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