At midnight’s hour I’d go, unwillingly,
Past the Church, a little tiny boy
To the priest’s, my father’s house: how beautifully
Star on star shone there in the sky:
At midnight’s hour.
And when later on in my life, I must
Go to my beloved, must, drawn by her eye,
The stars and northern lights warred above,
Coming and going, I breathed my delight:
At midnight’s hour.
Till finally the full Moon’s radiance
So bright and clear overflowed my night,
And swift willing Thought’s meaning glance,
Swallowed past and future in its light:
At midnight’s hour.
