 Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe. Red for LibriVox.org by Alana Jordan. St. Louis, Missouri. Twas' 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 dear 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe. Red for LibriVox.org by Ann Cheng. Twas' 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 dear 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe. Red for LibriVox.org by Andrea Fiori. Twas' 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 dear 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe. Red for LibriVox.org by Annie Kirkpatrick. Twas' 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 dear 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe. Red for LibriVox.org by Anna Roberts. Twas' 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 dear 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe. Red for LibriVox.org by Anders Lankford. Twas' 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe. Red for LibriVox.org by Betsy Bush. January 2009. Twas' 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 thy colder, lowly light. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe. Red for LibriVox.org by Carol Straplane. Twas' 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe. Red for LibriVox.org by David Federman. Twas' 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Twas' 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Twas 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End of poem. Twas 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Twas noon tide 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Twas noon tide 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star, by Edgar Allen Poe, Redville LibriVox.org, by Gemma Blythe. It was noon tide 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. It was noon tide 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, 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. It was noon tide 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, 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. It was noon tide 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett It was noon tide 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe Read for LibriVox.org by Evan Barnes It was noon tide 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe Read for LibriVox.org by Nick Number It was noon tide 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe Read for LibriVox.org by P. D. Wright It was noon tide of summer, and a mid-time of night, and stars in their orbit, 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 the dearer thy beams 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe Read for LibriVox.org by R. Fetterman It was noon tide 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe Read for LibriVox.org by R. Fetterman It was noon tide 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe Read for LibriVox.org by R. Fetterman It was noon tide 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe Read for LibriVox.org by Scott Miller It was noon tide 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe Read for LibriVox.org by Tracy Datlin It was noon tide 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Evening Star by Edgar Allen Poe Read for LibriVox.org by Tracy Datlin It was noon tide 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,