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'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.
Edgar Allan Poe
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Michael Pruchnicki (4/3/2008 12:45:00 PM)
A good poem indeed - keep in mind that is a rhymed and metered
poem typical of nineteenth century American poetry, not as some
seem to think, an outburst of 21st century emotion!
Relax and enjoy an excellent poem - for its time! |
Mark Nwagwu (4/3/2008 11:37:00 AM)
I turned to thee proud evening star - yes, i always seek the warmth of Poe, and this is one of them; lifts me up and keeps me up |
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