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 (53)

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.
Beautiful. Proud evening star is a beloved who passed on? Delightful read.
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