I asked her to hold me, I said, "Lady, unfold me,"
But she scorned me and she told me
I was dead and I could never return
Well, I argued all night like so many have before
Saying, "Whatever you give me, I seem to need so much more."
Then she pointed at me where I kneeled on her floor
She said, "Don't try to use me or slyly refuse me
Just win me or lose me
It is this that the darkness is for."
I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old
The stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold."
"If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
So I walked through the morning, sweet early morning
I could hear my lady calling
"You've won me, you've won me, my Lord
You've won me, you've won me, my Lord
Instead of continued moaning and lamenting the narrator now turns to the “sweet early morning”, a symbol for recreation, a new beginning. To let loose of the Lady was the paradox solution: He has won her because he was ready to give her up.
Lady Midnight