midnight
Love can build a shelter for his votaries , and has a sun-shine of his own . Still let me sing thy praises , gracious Love , though I am entering on the days of fogeydom , and my minstrelsy is something rusty . I remember ; I remember . Thou and I have heard the chimes at midnight , melancholy sweet . ` Barbara , ' said Christopher , one evening , bending his mournful brows above her , ` we must part . ' ` Nonsense ! ' said Barbara smilingly .