Evening Star
by Edgar Allan Poe

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'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 gazed awhile
     On her cold smile;
Too cold—too cold for me—
   There pass'd, as a shroud,
   A fleecy cloud,
And I turned 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 Heaven at night,
   And more I admire
   Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.

Public domain Evening Star is currently in the Public Domain. This text can now be legally distributed as the work was published before 1923 and the author died in 1849 therefore the 70 year extension has expired.