Poem of the Day January 17, 2008

The Evening Star By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Lo! in the painted oriel of the West,      Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines,      Like a fair lady at her casement, shines      The evening star, the star of love and rest! And then anon she doth herself divest      Of all her radiant garments, and reclines      Behind the sombre screen of yonder pines,      With slumber and soft dreams of love oppressed. O my beloved, my sweet Hesperus!      My morning and my evening star of love!      My best and gentlest lady! even thus,      As that fair planet in the sky above,      Dost thou retire unto thy rest at night,      And from thy darkened window fades the light. Click to hear the poem.