EVENING STAR

EVENING STAR

Edgar Allan Poe

'Twas noontime of summer,

And mid-time of right;

And stars, in their orbits,

Shone pale, thro' the light

Of the brighter, cold moon,

'mid planets her slaves, 

Herself in the Heavens

Here beams on the waves,

I gazes awhile

On her cold smile

Too cold- too cold for me-

There pass'd, as a shroud,

A fleecy cloud,

And turned away to thee

Proud evening star, 

In thy glory afar,

\And dearer thy beam shall be

For the joy of my heart

Is the proud part

Thou barest in Heaven at night

And more I admire

Thy distant fire,

Than that colder, lonely light.