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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 gazed awhile
On her cold smile,
Too cold – too cold for me -
There pas’d, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away too 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.