| Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900. |
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| Thomas Moore. 1779–1852 |
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| 585. At the Mid Hour of Night |
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| AT the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly | |
| To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye; | |
| And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air | |
| To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there, | |
| And tell me our love is remember'd even in the sky. | 5 |
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| Then I sing the wild song it once was rapture to hear, | |
| When our voices commingling breathed like one on the ear; | |
| And as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison rolls, | |
| I think, O my love! 'tis thy voice from the Kingdom of Souls | |
| Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear. | 10 |
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