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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - At Midnight Hour
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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.
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