The Midnight wooed the Morning Star, br And prayed her: "Love come nearer; br Your swinging coldly there afar br To me but makes you dearer." br br The Morning Star was pale with dole br As said she, low replying: br "Oh, lover mine, soul of my soul, br For you I too am sighing." br br "But One ordained when we were born, br In spite of love's insistence, br That night might only view the Morn br Adoring at a distance." br br But as she spoke, the jealous Sun br Across the heavens panted; br "Oh, whining fools," he cried, "have done, br Your wishes shall be granted." br br He hurled his flaming lances far; br The twain stood unaffrighted, br And Midnight and the Morning Star br Lay down in death united.