The Midnightmouse

It midnights; not a moon is out.

No star lives in the heavenhouse

Runs twelve times through the heavenhouse

The Midnightmouse

She pipes upon her little jaws.

The hellhorse from his nightmare roars…

Runs quietly, her allotted course,

The Midnightmouse

Her Lord, the Spirit great and white,

Has gone abroad on such a night.

She keeps watch in his heaven; all’s right.

The Midnightmouse

by Christian Morgenstern (1871-1914)

translated by W.D. Snodgrass and Lore Segal

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