Thou art the star for which all evening waits—
O star of peace, come tenderly and soon
Nor heed the drowsy and enchanted moon,
Who dreams in silver at the eastern gates
Ere yet she brim with light the blue estates
Abandoned by the eagles of the noon.
But shine thou swiftly on the darkling dune
And woodlands where the twilight hesitates.
Above that wide and ruby lake to-West,
Wherein the sunset waits reluctantly,
Stir silently the purple wings of Night.
She stands afar, upholding to her breast,
As mighty murmurs reach her from the sea,
Thy lone and everlasting rose of light.
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Outstanding sonnet. "Rose of light" reminds me of the description of the rising dawn in The Odyssey. There is a wealth of information on Aldebaron on freedictionary.com (check out the lore section). Love the personification that takes place with the moon's dreams, how the sunset "waits" reluctantly,etc. The poet asks Aldebaron to "stir" silently the purple wings of night.
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This really is an extravagant poem with so much beauty and grandeur in it.
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