midnight
The moonlight fell upon the figure of Alroy lying on a couch ; his face was hidden by his arm . He was motionless , but did not sleep . He rose and paced the chamber with agitated steps ; sometimes he stopped , and gazed on the pavement , fixed in abstraction . He advanced to the window , and cooled his feverish brow in the midnight air . An hour passed away , and the young Prince of the Captivity remained fixed in the same position . Suddenly he turned to a tripod of porphyry , and , seizing a rosary of jewels , pressed it to his lips . ` The Spirit of my dreams , she comes at last ; the form for which I have sighed and wept ; the form which rose upon my radiant vision when I shut my eyes against the jarring shadows of this gloomy world .