A Raven's Heart

A fettered mind, unfettered feet below,
In the pillowy softness of the snow.
The wind tugs at my blond hair, lightly in tow,
Tortured skies yield to the moon's effervescent glow.

A Raven's heart is such that few can ever know,
Except the man with the soul of the Crow.
With his magical spirit he can bind and sow,
The seed in a garden for a union to grow.

Anne Varnes

Evening Star

By Edgar Allen Poe

'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.