midnight
Like all things that grow up away from the light , she was pale . Her oval face was like ivory , and her lips , instead of being scarlet , had the tender red of apple-blossom , after the unfolding of the bright bud . Her hair was black and smooth and heavy , and lay on either side of her face like a starling 's wings . Her eyes too were as black as midnight , and sometimes like midnight they were deep and sightless . But when she was neither working nor spinning she would steal away to the millstones , and stand there watching and listening . And then there were two stars in the midnight . She came away from those stolen times powdered with flour .