About midnight
Time is Man -- Eternity is God ! Thou art perfect , then , that our ship hath touched upon the deserts of Bohemia ? Ay , my lord and fear we have landed in ill time . About midnight the moon burst through the clouds , which gradually rolled away to the western horizon , as if they had been furled by some invisible spirits in the air . The wind , after several feeble gusts , like the last breathings of some expiring creature unwilling to loosen the `` silver cord , '' subsided to a calm . It then shifted round to the eastward . The waves relaxed in their force until they did little more than play upon the side of the wreck , so lately the object of their fury .