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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.