midnight
In that mysterious darkness , does she want me , too ? Did her heart cry out for me as mine for her , until the blood of the poppies mingled with hers and brought the white sleep ? `` It would have been something to know that we breathed the same air , trod the same highways , listened together to the thrush and robin , and all the winged wayfarers of forest and field . It would have been comfort to know the same sun shone on us both , that the same moon lighted the midnight silences with misty silver , that the same stars burned taper-lights in the vaulted darkness for her and for me . -LSB- Sidenote : One Hour -RSB- `` But I have not even that . I have nothing , though I have done no wrong beyond holding her in my arms for one little hour . Out of all the time that was before our beginning , out of all the time that shall be after our ending , and in all the unpitying years of our mortal life , we have had one hour . '' ''