‘But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes / Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel / Making a famine where abundance lies / Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel’
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Evening Star
By Edgar Allan Poe ‘Twas noontide of summer,And mid-time of night;And stars, in their orbits,Shone pale, thro’ the lightOf the brighter, cold moon,‘Mid planets her …