At Midnight Hour I Went, Not Willingly, 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.