Evening Star

'Twas noontide of summer, and midtime of night

And stars in their orbits shone pale through the light

On 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 art

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

On 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