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Evening Star 

by Edgar Allan Poe


'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





-source: https://www.eapoe.org



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