Complete Tales and Poems by Edgar Allan Poe - HTML preview

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.

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,