midnight
There was a tea-house , with a maiden playing a lute , and the words of the song , fantastic black ideographs , floated off to the ears of her lover . Foh-Kyung spread out its leaves in the sun , and looked at it and smiled . `` Never is the heart of man satisfied , '' he said , `` alone . Neither when the willow fuzz flies in the spring , or when the midnight snow silvers the palms . Least of all is it satisfied when it seeks the presence of God above . I want thee beside me . '' Dong-Yung hid her delight .