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
13 comments:
Beautiful, Venus would be proud :)
Beautiful :)
I love this poem.
I love this, and the photo is perfect!
I gazed a while
On her cold smile;
Too cold - too cold for me
Loved those lines!
Lovely. :)
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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.
Beautiful poem. I've not come across it before. Thanks for sharing.
Gorgeous photo! And maaaan I love skies!
Hi Rachel, coming to you from the Birthday Bash - just signed up! You're a fellow Twilighter - wish I could work out what it is that makes those books so addictive...
I've always loved that poem, but I haven't read it for ages. Thanks for reminding me! (And great picture, suits it fabulously).
Hugs,
Rach
Such a beautiful poem. Poe was incredibly talented.
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...
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