midnight
`` What ho , for a dance ! '' cried Fayzenheim , too royal for moralities , and he whirled the beautiful Nymphalin into a waltz . Then forth issued the fairies , and out went the dwarfs . And the faun leaning against an aged elm , ere yet the midnight waned , the elves danced their charmed round to the antique minstrelsy of his pipe , -- the minstrelsy of the Grecian world ! `` Hast thou seen yet , my Nymphalin , '' said Fayzenheim , in the pauses of the dance , `` the recess of the Hartz , and the red form of its mighty hunter ? '' `` It is a fearful sight , '' answered Nymphalin ; `` but with thee I should not fear . '' `` Away then ! ''