“Night's winged horsesNo one can outpaceBut midnight is no momentMidnight is a place.Meet me at Midnight,Among the Queen Anne's LaceMidnight is not a moment,Midnight is a place—When, when shall I meet youWhen shall I see your faceFor I am living in time at presentBut you are living in space.Time is only a cornerAge is only a foldA year is merely a pennySpent from a century's gold.So meet me, meet me at midnight(With sixty seconds' grace)Midnight is not a moment;Midnight is a place.”