I'm sure some of you have heard of this poem by William Blake called "To the Evening Star," though not much focus is placed upon it typically. I'll placed a copy of the poem below.
I was wondering what your interpretations of the poem are and whether or not you like it (when compared to Blake's other poems). I'm really just looking for other people's opinions.
Personally, I enjoy this poem quite a lot. The personification of the evening star, the imagery, the lack of a rhyme scheme, the form (sonnet), the tone, the topic, etc. all add to the beauty of this piece of poetry. Let me know what you think!
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"To the Evening Star"
by William Blake
Thou fair-hair'd 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 thou 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 thro' the dun forest:
The fleeces of our flocks are cover'd with
Thy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence.