EVENING STAR

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 gaz'd awhile

On her cold smile;

Too cold--too cold for me--

There pass'd, as a shroud,

A fleecy cloud,

And I turn'd 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 Heav'n at night,

And more I admire

Thy distant fire,

Than that colder, lowly light.

----Poe

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