midnight
I thought with myself ; ` have you any place to call a home now ? If you have , surely you will not wander back here , where all that you called home has either vanished or given itself to others , to be their home now and yours no more ! What an awful doom the old fancy has allotted you ! To dwell in your graves all the year , and creep out , this one night , to enter at the midnight door , left open for welcome ! A poor welcome truly ! -- just an open door , a clean-swept floor , and a fire to warm your rain-sodden limbs ! The household asleep , and the house-place swarming with the ghosts of ancient times , -- the miser , the spendthrift , the profligate , the coquette , -- for the good ghosts sleep , and are troubled with no waking like yours !