Evening Star

'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.

by Edgar Allan Poe

Comments (46)

He has just remarkable poems. Love them all.
A true master. There is no one writer today whose work compares.
Simply beautiful! Enjoyed reading it.
needs a metaphor in it
And I turned away to thee, Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar, And dearer thy beam shall be; nicely penned.
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