midnight
Henry destroys the realm of the Sun . The whole work was to close with a long poem , only the beginning of which was composed . Deep buried in thought stood the new monarch . He was recalling Dreams of the midnight , and every wonderful tale , Which gathered he first from the heavenly flower , when stricken Gently by prophecy , love all-subduing he felt . He thought still he heard the accents deeply impressive , Just as the guest was deserting the circle of joy ; Fleeting gleams of the moon illumined the clattering window , And in the breast of the youth there raged a passionate glow . Edda , whispered the monarch , what is the innermost longing In the bosom that loves ? What his ineffable grief ?