VAGRANT VERSE
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 wavee. I gaze awhile On her cold smile; Too cold—too cold for me— And I turn’d 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. —Eagar Allan Poe.
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Southland Times, Issue 19346, 11 September 1924, Page 6
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101VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19346, 11 September 1924, Page 6
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