midnight
But to him whom the ocean chills and crushes with its sullen indifference , and the river disturbs with its never-pausing and never-ending story , the silent LAKE shall be a refuge and a place of rest for his soul . `` ` Vex not yourself with thoughts too vast for your limited faculties , ' it says ; ` yield not yourself to the babble of the running stream . Leave the ocean , which cares nothing for you or any living thing that walks the solid earth ; leave the river , too busy with its own errand , too talkative about its own affairs , and find peace with me , whose smile will cheer you , whose whisper will soothe you . Come to me when the morning sun blazes across my bosom like a golden baldric ; come to me in the still midnight , when I hold the inverted firmament like a cup brimming with jewels , nor spill one star of all the constellations that float in my ebon goblet . Do you know the charm of melancholy ? Where will you find a sympathy like mine in your hours of sadness ? Does the ocean share your grief ?