There is a breath at midnight that comes in br Sad as a sigh, for then the day is dead br And the young morrow doth his course begin, br Sowing new dreams in many a dreamer's head. br And there are two have waked in one dark bed br Just as the last stroke fades in lonely air, br And having whispered, half-awake, have sped br With silent feet into sleep's poppied lair. br She with the morning wakes, but he is gone; br Her tears and kisses are of no avail- br Perchance it was his good-bye murmured on br The midnight in death's visionary dale. br Ah, woe! she thought 'twas in sleep's fairyland br When in the dark he pressed her warm, soft hand.