midnight
And as she felt the throbbing pains , And as she heaved the bursting sigh , A gipsy 's blood burned in her veins , A gipsy 's soul flashed in her eye . If small the body that thus was moved , So like the form that fairies wear , It was that slenderness he loved , So tiny a thing he might not fear . But there is an insect skims the air , Bedecked with azure and green and gold , Whose sting is a deadlier thing by far Than dagger of yon baron bold . She sat upon the red Lynne stone , The midnight sky was overcast , The winds are out with a sullen moan , The angry Lynne is rolling past . What then ? there was no lack of light , Full fifteen windows blazing shone Up on the castle on the height , While Ailie Faa sat there alone . For there is dancing and deray In the ancient castle of Holmylee , And barons bold and ladies gay Are holding high-jinks revelry .