But you know this.
As the year begins Venus is high in the east at sunrise. Now it will slowly slide towards the Sun, by midyear disappearing into the dawn, reappearing in the evening sky late in the year.
In In Memoriam, Tennyson addresses Venus in both her guises. First as the Evening Star:
Sad Hesper o'er the buried sunThen as the Morning Star:
And ready thou, to die with him,
Thou watchest all things ever dim
And dimmer, and a glory done.
Bright Phosphor, fresher for the night,I slip in pre-dawn darkness onto the terrace. Ah, Phosphor. Wakeful beauty. You and I fresher for the night. Wait now, wait, coffee mug in hand, as the sky simmers into violet, pink and gold, until at last gleaming Phosphor dissolves in the star's greater light.
By thee the world's great work is heard
Beginning, and the wakeful bird;
Behind thee comes the greater light.
Who was the first to guess that Hesper and Phosphor are one?
Sweet Hesper-Phosphor, double name
For what is one, the first, the last,
Thou, like my present and my past,
Thy place is changed; thou are the same.