eleven o'clock
Over all the moon hung full , turning the world to silver . Never had music so fairy a setting . `` Then to Sylvia let us sing , That Silvia is excelling , She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling To her let us garlands bring . '' Half-past eleven o'clock of a fine moonlit night , and I was alone with the car all among the Carinthian Alps . It was for Fladstadt that I was making . That was the Bairlings ' nearest town . Their place , St. Martin , lay twenty odd miles from Fladstadt .