br /> Evening Star 'Twas noontide of summer, And midtime of night, And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, through the light. 5 Of the brighter, cold moon. 'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhile. 10 On her cold smile; Too cold—too cold for me— There passed, as a shroud A fleecy cloud, And I turned away to thee, 15 Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar, And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part 20 Thou bearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light.