Poems (Eminescu)/The midnight hour of sorrow...
THE MIDNIGHT HOUR OF SORROW…
The midnight hour of sorrow on brazen bell doth toll,
And sleep, life’s toll-collector, comes not to take the toll.
On roads so often trodden Death wants to lead for aye,
And Life and Death comparing, which is the best to weigh;
But now my reason’s balance unchangèd still doth stand,
For ’tween them both is fixèd, unmoved the pointing hand.