The Witching Hour

When hearts are young, and love is new,

     And Cupid holds full power,

There somewhere near the midnight clear

     Descends the witching hour.

Love likes to have the world asleep

     And have the lamps turned low;

Love heeds the power the witching hour

     Weilds its semi glow.

Ah, fate! My heart’s no longer young,

     Though love’s not lost its power,

No more I wait the moments late

     For midnight’s witching hour.

My witching hour now comes to me

     When day has sunken low,

And in the west, behind yon crest

     The sunset bursts aglow.

The twilight is the witching hour,

     When labor rests its arm;

When peace serene steals o’er the scene,

     And dusk enshrouds the farm.

Then hand in hand with her I sit,

     And feel again love’s power;

Though years have flown, our love has grown,

     And changed the witching hour!

July 27, ‘10