Evening Star

By:Edgar Allan Poe

'Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night;And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro' the lightOf 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 partThou bearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire Thy distant fire,Than that colder, lowly light.