Evening Star

'Twas 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 awhile
      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 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.