midnight
I know you hear my step and feel that I am near . But you will not open the casement and let me for a moment behold your features and crave your forgiveness . O , Louise , am I to die without a pitying word or look from you ? `` I sit by my Edith 's bed-side through long , weary midnight hours , and she wakes from her fitful slumbers and asks for you . ` Why does she never come to see me now ? There 's no arm raises me so lightly , no hand bathes my brow so gently , as hers . Will you not bring her , father ? '