midnight
She sought to learn his name ; and some person , not very well informed , said 't was William Greyson , another foundling of that strange hermit 's . But we wander from the lonely man , who still pores over the sheet he holds in his attenuated fingers . It is a letter from Edgar Lindenwood . `` Dear , dear uncle , '' it runs , `` gladly I turn from musty tomes of olden time lore , to give to you the star-lit midnight hour . Fancy , on airy pinions , flits away over mountain-top and valley , and rests upon that long arm of the tall linden , that stretches close to your lowly window , and gazes through the narrow panes on your dear form , bending over some treasured volume , or sitting , with bowed head , before a blazing fire , lost in reveries of thought and contemplation . You express a fear that I may have deemed you arbitrary and severe in the control sometimes exercised over my humors and inclinations . Your fear is groundless , uncle .