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this is one of my favorite poems by edgar allen poe





'twas noontide of summer and mid-time of night;

And stars, in their orbit

Shone pale, thro' the lights

Of the brighter, cold moon,

'Mid planets her slaves,

Herself in the Heavens,

Her beams on the waves.

I gaz'd awhile

On her cold smile;

To cold-too cold for me-

There pass'd, as a shroud,

a fleecy cloud,

And i turn'd to thee,

Pround 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 distance fire,

Than that colder, lowly light.