midnight
The clockwork wheezed and whirred . '' 'T is going to part us , '' shouted Tricotrin ; `` laugh , laugh , Beloved , so that we may not hear ! '' `` Kiss me , '' she cried ; `` while the hour sounds , you shall hold me in your arms ! '' `` Heaven , '' gasped the young man , as the too brief embrace concluded , `` how I wish it had been striking midnight ! '' The next moment came the separation . He descended the stairs ; at the window she waved her hand to him . And in the darkness of an `` English hansom '' the poet covered his face and wept .