At that hour when all things have repose, <br />O lonely watcher of the skies, <br />Do you hear the night wind and the sighs <br />Of harps playing unto Love to unclose <br />The pale gates of sunrise? <br /> <br />When all things repose, do you alone <br />Awake to hear the sweet harps play <br />To Love before him on his way, <br />And the night wind answering in antiphon <br />Till night is overgone? <br /> <br />Play on, invisible harps, unto Love, <br />Whose way in heaven is aglow <br />At that hour when soft lights come and go, <br />Soft sweet music in the air above <br />And in the earth below.<br /><br />James Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-that-hour/
