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Evening Star
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Evening Star

Poem By Edgar Allan Poe

'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' 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 pass'd, 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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For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire.... Beautiful feelings.
Love it. his poem helped me to understand more about how to write a proper poem.
I love listening to the contours and shapes and light and shadows at play in the hand of a master
A beautifully crafted poem... I enjoyed reading it and I like it as wel
Venturing into the heavens and himself results in brilliance.


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