Evening Star

'T was 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 gaz'd a while
  On her cold smile;
Too cold--too cold for me.
  There pass'd as a shroud,
  A fleecy cloud,
And I turn'd away to thee,
  Proud Evening Star,
  In thy glory afar,
And the dearer thy beam shall be;
  For joy to my heart
  Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heav'n at night,
  And more I admire
  Thy distant fire
Than that colder, lowly light.