midnight
-- How shall I support this disappointment ! -- No new cause ! -- On one knee , kneeling with the other , I write ! -- My feet benumbed with midnight wanderings through the heaviest dews that ever fell : my wig and my linen dripping with the hoar frost dissolving on them ! -- Day but just breaking -- Sun not risen to exhale -- May it never rise again ! -- Unless it bring healing and comfort to a benighted soul ! In proportion to the joy you had inspired -LRB- ever lovely promiser ! -RRB-