Liverpool: Final version. Edgar Allan Poe, Evening Star. 'Twas noontide of summer And mid-time of night, And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, through' the light Of the brighter, cold moon, 'Mid planets her slaves', 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 the glory afar, And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou nearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light. #edgarallanpoe #eveningstar #poem #illustration #illustrationdays #mixedmedia #collage #planets #sky #star #manipulation #play #liverpool by bevannillustration