’Tis Midnight Hour.
’Tis midnight hour, the moon shines bright.
The dew-drops play beneath her ray;
The twinkling stars their trembling light,
Like beauty’s eyes display.
Then sleep no more, though ’round thy heart
Some tender dream may idly play,
For midnight song with magic art,
Shall chase that dream away.
’Tis midnight hour, from flower to flower
The wayward zephyr floats along,
Or lingers in some shady bower,
To hear the night-bird’s song.
Then sleep no more, though ’round thy heart
Some tender dream may idly play,
For midnight song with magic art,
Shall chase that dream away.