At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly <br />To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye; <br />And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air, <br />To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there, <br />And tell me our love is remember'd, even in the sky. <br /> <br />Then I sing the wild song 'twas once such pleasure to hear! <br />When our voices commingling breathed, like one, on the ear; <br />And, as Echo far off through the vale my said orison rolls, <br />I think, oh my love! 'tis thy voice from the Kingdom of Souls, <br />Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-mid-hour-of-night/
