midnight
Will you render yourselves to know her in the currents of my blood ? '' `` We will , '' Cadman answered tensely . The man lifted his face toward the night-sky , becoming perfectly still before he spoke : `` She is the breath of the early spring-time , when the pulse of the earth awakes . She is the midnight moon of all summers , in all lands . The rose of daybreak is in her smile ; the flames of sunset in her face . Lightnings of the monsoon break from her eyes ; and she mothers the mothers of men with their tenderness . Her body moves like flowing water ; and she is the joy of all joy and the sorrow of all sorrow , in motion . ''