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.
On Monday while Paul and Adam were at work, my parents took myself and Daniel to brunch at the Original Pancake House, then my mother and I took Daniel clothes shopping, which is one of his least favorite things to do. He needed some jeans and a belt, and we agreed to leave him alone at Kohl's to find them, which enabled me to find three Vera Wang blouses on sale for $5.12 each after discount.
Daniel and I came home for a while to get some chores done, and when the rest of the family arrived, we went out to dinner with Kay, Chris, and their kids at CPK. It was a gorgeous night on the lake. When we came home we watched Rise of the Planet of the Apes, which none of us had seen before and was surprisingly good, particularly the motion capture performances. From the lake at Codorus State Park on Sunday: