Far in the mellow western sky,
Above the restless harbor bar,
A beacon on the coast of night,
Shines out a calm, white evening star;
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How tenderly the tendrils of infatuation bind the reasoning of our mind, blinding us to all beauty, no matter how exquisite compared to the object of our desire. The author with the fine craftsmanship of an Amish woodworker demonstrates the {almost} lost art of precision rhyme to paint ethereal images of nature, yet finds such beauty a pallor in contrast to this poem's object of love. Another stunning tribute to the fleeting vanity of humankind.
Excellently penned. The rhyming is exqusite and the imagery is superb.
Lucy Maud Montgomery writes with a magic pen- everything about this poem is sheer perfection, the easy rhymes and the easy rhythm and the easy flow from verse to verse.