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: Tod Wodicka is an American author who grew up in Queensbury, New York, and lived for twenty years in Europe, including Manchester, England; Prague; Moscow; and Berlin. He currently lives in Los Angeles, California.
