'Twas noontide of summer, <br /> And mid-time of night; <br /> And stars, in their orbits, <br /> Shone pale, thro' the light <br /> Of the brighter, cold moon, <br /> 'Mid planets her slaves, <br /> Herself in the Heavens, <br /> Her beam on the waves. <br /> I gazed awhile <br /> On her cold smile; <br /> Too cold- too cold for me- <br /> There pass'd, as a shroud, <br /> A fleecy cloud, <br /> And I turned away to thee, <br /> Proud Evening Star, <br /> In thy glory afar, <br /> And dearer thy beam shall be; <br /> For joy to my heart <br /> Is the proud part <br /> Thou bearest in Heaven at night, <br /> And more I admire <br /> Thy distant fire, <br /> Than that colder, lowly light.<br /><br />Edgar Allan Poe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evening-star/
