The midnight sun
A light haze rose and obscured the opposite islands . Something of the tender melancholy of autumn , though it was late June , toned down the aspect of the before brilliant landscape . A lark rose swiftly from its nest in an adjacent meadow , and , soaring higher and higher , poured from its tiny throat a cascade of delicious melody . The midnight sun no longer shone at midnight ; his face smiled with a sobered serenity through the faint early mists of approaching morning . `` Viens donc -- je te chanterai des chansons que les esprits des cimetieres m ` ont apprises ! '' MATURIN . `` Baffled ! ''