Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. E. C. Stedman and G. E. Woodberry), “Evening Star,” The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, New York: Stone and Kimball, vol. X, 1895, p. 124


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[page 124:]

EVENING STAR

’T WAS noontide of summer,

And mid-time of night;

And stars, in their orbits,

Shone pale, through 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 passed, 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.

 


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Notes:

Stedman and Woodberry notes.

 

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