At midnight, far from gladly at that hour, A small, small boy along the churchyard I Walked to my father's vicarage; star on star, Oh how they shone, to richly lit the sky; At midnight.
When later I, moved farther though not far, Must see the loved one, must because she drew me, Above me stars and northern lights at war, Going and coming I felt bliss flow through me; At midnight.
Until at last the full moon made a rift, So bright, so clear within the dark of me, And even thought, grown willing, limber, swift Embraced both past and future easily; At midnight.
