midnight
Oh , that will be beautiful ! Now just pay attention ; I know a beautiful verse : ``` What my love for you is , have you known ? There is on the heath a grave all alone ; In it a poor dead poet is sleeping , To whom his love has brought much weeping ; He sleeps and sleeps in his sombre grave , But sleeps not away the grief love gave . At midnight go to the grave on the heath , And wait till he again shall breathe ; He knows the singing and kissing well , And he can tell -- ' `` Is n't that pretty ? '' `` Very pretty ! Who taught you that , Kitty ? '' `` I once found it in a book of songs which belonged to mother .