A little, little boy, yon churchyard past,
To Father Vicar’s house; the stars on high
On all around their beauteous radiance cast,
At midnight hour.
And when, in journeying o’er the path of life,
My love I follow’d, as she onward moved,
With stars and northern lights o’er head in strife,
Going and coming, perfect bliss I proved
At midnight hour.
Until at length the full moon, lustre-fraught,
Burst thro’ the gloom wherein she was enshrined;
And then the willing, active, rapid thought
Around the past, as round the future twined,
At midnight hour.
That concludes At Midnight Hour by Johan Wolfgang von Goethe. Did you enjoy Johan Wolfgang von Goethe’s At Midnight Hour? Then, rate it below. And don’t forget to like, tweet or share Johan Wolfgang von Goethe’s At Midnight Hour by using the Facebook and Twitter buttons below.
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