Somehow, when the night grows late and time long,
My back and legs tired.
But wait, there, listen, now my mind is wired
To all kinds of thoughts, to music and song.
And song would be enough to inspire dance
But then comes much more
Than an aching to move like not before
And lift my thoughts to passion and romance.
The spell and witching hour is upon me,
Like teams of horses,
As though I have had stars in my courses,
As though through a looking glass she can see,
And she casts a spell upon my very will.
To her I surrender
And there and then and all I can render
Lain upon the empty page for to fill.
Then before I snap from my lucid dream
Time has carried me
And the night has sailed away out to sea
And my body for rest and sleep doth scream.
But as I rise from my own captain’s wheel,
The anchor away
And I to bed before night becomes day
And my muse for tomorrow sets the deal.
There set, my words upon the written page
That she, me inspired
To ensure that by midnight I’d be wired
And have something remembered for an age.