midnight
` She overlooks the city , now wrapped in slumber . Green plains stretch away in the dim distance , and the moon throws its light upon her upturned face , making fantastic shadows around her . Hark ! From yonder tree the nightingale trills out her midnight song . She listens and does not move , but hears it to the end . It ceases , and the wind rushes through the long grass at her feet , and shakes the leaves above , even venturing with its lawless impudence to buffet her fair brow , and scatter her brown locks across her eyes . A deep sigh escapes from her heaving breast .