midnight
Now is no one awake but the highest and the lowest in the town , -- the watchman on the top of the cathedral tower , and I deep down in the bowels of the earth . If I were the watchman I would be singing to a certainty , so I do n't see why I should not wake the echoes down here . _ She _ wo n't hear either of us , so here goes . When at the lonely midnight hour I pace my rounds upon the tower , I muse upon my love afar , Whose troth is fixed as morning star . When to the flag at honour 's call I flew , her kiss was worth it all ; She decked my hat with ribbands blue , Then pressed me to her heart anew . And still her love 's as warm as then , It gives my hand the strength of ten ; It lends my heart a firmer beat , To think in absence on my Sweet . E'en now within her room she kneels And wings to Heaven her dear appeals , All lonely by the pale lamp 's ray , For one she loves that 's far away .