When it's midnight and neither moon
Nor stars do light the sky,
Then twelve times across the heavens
The midnight mouse doth fly.
It squeaks with its tiny teeny mouth,—
In dreams howl the nags of hell...
Yet calmly, gently onward goes
This midnight mouse's spell.
Its lord, that spirit great and wise,
Leaves to it the night wind's care.
Take heed then! He watches o'er
The midnight mouse's lair.
Christian Morgenstern (1871 - 1914) Germany
Translated by Gary Bachlund
Source: Online-Ressource zu Christian Morgenstern
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