two o'clock
`` But sunken rocks lie hid in every stream , And ships are wrecked when just in sight of land ; So we to-day wake from our pleasant dream To find our hopes were builded on the sand . `` I do not blame you that you do not keep The troth you plighted e'er your heart you knew ; Better the parting now than wake to weep , When time has robbed life 's roses of their dew . `` Another face will help you to forget , The idle dream that had its birth in trust , And other lips will kiss away regret , For broken faith and idols turned to dust , `` Ah , well , you chose , perhaps , the better way ; Another love may in your heart be shrined ; And I -- I shall go down my darkened way , Seeking forever what I ne'er shall find . '' It was two o'clock by the church belfry when she reached Beechwood , and a quarter of an hour later when she reached the great mansion that stood on the brow of the hill . She remembered that one of the rear doors , seldom used , was never fastened , and toward this she bent her faltering footsteps . It yielded to her touch , and like a ghost she glided through it and up the wide , familiar corridors , her tears falling like rain at every step . She knew it was her father 's custom to spend long hours in his library , sometimes far into the gray dawn .