Midnight
Reading edition
In the dead watches of the night As time drifts by on endless flight, Drowsing upon our couch we hear A distant clock sound faint but clear, And chiming from its lonely tower Ring out the solemn midnight hour. That warning stirs the unquiet air A golden day has flown - but where? Another burns to greet the dawn But one day has forever gone - And pendulum and iron tongue Their mournful requiem have sung. Aghast the present moment flies Midway between eternities, As, winging on without a stay Tomorrow flees from yesterday, And vanished moments that have been Will never come to us again!