midnight
Then , then ! my heart grew hard , like flint ; and black , like night ; and sounded hollow to the hand I clenched . Hyenas filled me with their laughs ; death-damps chilled my brow ; I prayed not , but blasphemed . They Meet The Phantoms That starless midnight , there stole from out the darkness , the Iris flag of Hautia . Again the sirens came . They bore a large and stately urn-like flower , white as alabaster , and glowing , as if lit up within . From its calyx , flame-like , trembled forked and crimson stamens , burning with intensest odors .