Wednesday, April 6, 2011

E is for 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 a while
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.

~ Edgar Allan Poe


Siv Maria said...

Beautiful, Venus would be proud :)

Lesley said...

Beautiful :)

Kari Marie said...

I love this poem.

Fourth Grade Teacher said...

I love this, and the photo is perfect!

Damyanti said...

I gazed a while
On her cold smile;
Too cold - too cold for me

Loved those lines!

Dani said...

Lovely. :)

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Kittie Howard said...

Perfect! Poe was from Baltimore, Maryland, not that far from me. For decades, each year a stranger would leave a rose on his grave the day he died. This year the stranger didn't appear. People think he died. We all felt sad.

Cally Jackson said...

Beautiful poem. I've not come across it before. Thanks for sharing.

Trisha said...

Gorgeous photo! And maaaan I love skies!

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Rachael Harrie said...

I've always loved that poem, but I haven't read it for ages. Thanks for reminding me! (And great picture, suits it fabulously).



Misha said...

Such a beautiful poem. Poe was incredibly talented.

Adina West said...

I'm more familiar with Poe's prose than poetry, but what really caught my attention was that incredible picture!

Now if I could just capture that atmosphere in words...