'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.
maybe he feels his time is coming to join cool distant light.
I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold- too cold for me- …………… And I turned away to thee, Proud Evening Star, ……………… And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light. ------ Oh, yes. Whenever you got the feeling that you are alone and the moon is reflecting a miserable lowy cold light on you, that time you start dreaming to chase the far stars until you be burned by its fire. I like the poet way of re-evaluating his situation and setting his new target for his new long journey.
sorry for my 1st comment. HONESTLY, IT IS A VERY COOL POEM! very soft and soothing lines....very relaxing and fantastic....i like each of the lines and as a whole.it is a great job!
Its a lovely poem. Reading a poem I felt the poet had gone beyond the days of egoistic pride when one wants to possess the most valuable objects. Instead he find peace in humility by connecting with small and ordinary. It is a strong metaphor for how people find the charm of power diminishing while enjoying simple things.
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Loveliest thought and gorgeously written this cute poem chosen by Poem Hunter and Team as The Classic Poem Of The Day. Hooraay! CONGRATS to the family of the late great Poet
Ordinary things of life are most attractive to a poet when some are attracted to the gorgeous termis of life; here the natural things charms the poetic diction superbly; excellent to read
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Edgar This is an interesting piece of poetry keep it up