The Midnight Clear

It came upon the midnight clear:
That glorious sign of old
Enraptured secret sign of fear
In brave disguises

Old shoes and thirty feet
The prophet sighed of prophecy
I resign to petty things
Like angels bending on their knees

Do you delight, do you delight in me?
(I laughed about it)
Come to me now, come to me now and bring
(That rapturous moment)
I wasn’t changed, I wasn’t changed one bit
(Though you may doubt it)
And I don’t suppose, I don’t suppose you care?
(To ask about it)

The dead of winter takes a grip
And moves around us
All night our labors clap and kiss
Like working mothers

Old wounds and thirty feet
The clock it sounds of properties
I resign to glorious things
Like angels bending on their knees

Do you delight, do you delight in me?
(I laughed about it)
Come to me now, come to me now and bring
(That rapturous moment)
I wasn’t changed, I wasn’t changed one bit
(Though you may doubt it)
And I don’t suppose, I don’t suppose you care?
(To ask about it)

I will delight, I will delight in this
(Though you may doubt it)
Come to me now, come to me now, my kiss
(And ask about it)
I will delight, I will delight in this
(Though you may doubt it)
Come to me now, come to me now, my kiss