midnight
My blood flowed scarce faster than the sluggish water in the many canals I crossed on my weary way . And ever I thought to meet the shadow that was and was not death . But this was no dream . Just on the stroke of midnight , I came to the gate of a large city , and the watchers let me pass . Through many an ancient and lofty street I wandered , like a ghost in a dream , knowing no one , and caring not for myself , and at length reached an open space where stood a great church , the cross upon whose spire seemed bejewelled with the stars upon which it dwelt . And in my soul I said , O Lord Jesus ! and went up to the base of the tower , and found the door thereof open to my hand .