EVENING STAR’Twas noontide of summer,And midtime of night,And stars, in their orbits,Shone pale, through the lightOf the brighter, cold moon.‘Mid planets her slaves,Herself in the Heavens,Her beam on the waves.I gazed awhileOn 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 afarAnd dearer thy beam shall be;For joy to my heartIs the proud partThou bearest in Heaven at night.,And more I admireThy distant fire,Than that colder, lowly light.1827.
’Twas noontide of summer,And midtime of night,And stars, in their orbits,Shone pale, through the lightOf the brighter, cold moon.‘Mid planets her slaves,Herself in the Heavens,Her beam on the waves.I gazed awhileOn 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 afarAnd dearer thy beam shall be;For joy to my heartIs the proud partThou bearest in Heaven at night.,And more I admireThy distant fire,Than that colder, lowly light.1827.