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Rarely do I come across something that so fully embodies our glorious theme of Victorianachronism as this amazing image right here.

I give you Edgar Allan Poe as an Astronaut, by Baltimore street artist TOVEN, originally seen on BoingBoing. He so frequently mused on the stars and the heavens, so it seems only appropriate that he might find himself out there one day.

Evening Star, 1827

‘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.