Um Mitternacht
At Midnight

Goethe

At midnight I went, none too keen,
Small, a small boy, to that churchyard,
To Father's house, the Vicar's; star upon star I’d seen
Shining all too beautifully;
At midnight.

When, further along the path of life,
My girl I had to, had to see because she called,
Above me stars and northern lights in strife,
I, going and coming, breathed rapture;
At midnight.

Till finally the full moon's light
Reached so clear and clearly into my darkness,
Thought, too, purposeful, considered, quite
Wrapped itself round what was past, round what was yet to come;
At midnight.