EVENING STAR by Edgar Allan Poe, 1827
'Twas noontide of summer,
And midtime of night,
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, through the light
Of the brighter, cold moon.
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold--too cold for me--
There passed, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
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I haven't heard this poem before. I think Edgar Allen Poe is amazing.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know this before now either. Another reason for me to read the complete works of him. Happy Easter!
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When you think of Poe, you think dark, crazy, etc! It's nice to know that he saw beauty, too!
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