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: Robert Wever was an English poet and dramatist of the sixteenth century about whom little biographical information seems to have survived. His name is often given as Richard Wever or simply R. Wever.
