At the Mid Hour of Night

At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in your eye;
And I think that if spirits can steal from the region of air
To revisit past scenes of delight, you will come to me there
And you’ll tell me our love is remember’d even in the sky
So I’ll sing the wild song it once was rapture to hear
When our voices commingling breathed like one on the ear;
And as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison rolls
I think, O my love! it’s your voice from the Kingdom of Souls
Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in your eye;
And I think that if spirits can steal from the region of air
To revisit past scenes of delight, you will come to me there
And you’ll tell me our love is remember’d even in the sky