Tuesday, 25 August 2015

Poem of the day, To the evening star

There is something really special about the evening star. It's timeless magic and guiding light, a beacon in the sky for all to see. Wish upon the evening star.
Here is my poem for the day about the evening star by William Blake (1757 - 1827)

To the Evening Star

Thou fair-haired Angel of the Evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed.

Smile on our loves, and, while thy drawest the
Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
And wash the dusk with silver, - Soon, full soon,
Dost thou withdraw, then the wolf rages wide,
And the lion glares through the dun forest:
The fleeces of our flocks are covered with
Thy sacred dew; protect them with tine influence!


It's actually the moon in my photographs, but it's what the evening star looks like to the naked eye

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