At Midnight’s Hour

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.