Evening Star by Edgar Allan Poe

For this poetry Saturday, how about a classic from 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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3 Comments on "Evening Star by Edgar Allan Poe"

  1. Hi Mrs. Wiebe – I’m not sure if you remember me or not, but I was one of your students in the year book class back in 1998 (I was a year below Abra). I’ve been following you on this blog, and just wanted to take this time to let you know that I am thinking of you and praying for you as you deal with this cancer. I really appreciate how open and candid you have been about the whole process and am touched by your faith. Thank you for sharing, and you are in my prayers. If there is anything I can do from new york city, please let me know!


  2. The upper classes are so fickle.Anyway, must go, things to do. It Girl-slash-model-slash-suppository heiress Bunty Felchhummer and celebrity child Apple Martin-Paltrow are collaborating on a little boutique-slash-gallery space in Mayfair, and they want some cutting edge paintings of old Etonians to go with their new collection of ugly jewellery, absurd clothes and disturbing marital aids.


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