This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,
And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.
At this still hour the self-collected soul
Turns inward, and beholds a stranger there
Of high descent, and more than mortal rank;
An embryo God; a spark of fire divine.
Bio: Leslie Miklosy was born in Argentina of Hungarian parents. He spent his first ten years in South America and then moved with his family to the United States. He is an aphorist and essayist, and occasional poet, interviewer, and joke writer.
