'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.