Evening Star

Twas noontide of summer

And midtime of night

And stars, in their orbits

Shone pale, through 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 passed, 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 part

Thou bearest in Heaven at night

And more I admire

Thy distant fire

Than that colder, lowly light

Twas noontide of summer

And midtime of night

And stars, in their orbits

Shone pale, through 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 passed, 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 part

Thou bearest in Heaven at night

And more I admire

Thy distant fire

Than that colder, lowly light

Than that colder, lowly light