Evening Star
Edgar Allan Poe
'Twas noontide of summer,
And midtime of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, through the light
5 Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
10 On her cold smile;
Too cold—too cold for me—
There passed, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
15 Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
20 Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
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Drag the tiles to the correct boxes to complete the pairs.
Match the lines in the poem with the themes they represent.
Stars evoke wonder.
The night is changeable.
Moonlight can be uninviting.
There passed, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
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And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
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I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold—too cold for me—
Stars evoke wonder.
The night is changeable.
Moonlight can be uninviting.