twelve o’clock
Now talk we of graves and goblins ! Fit themes , -- start not ! gentle reader , -- fit for a ghost like me . Yes ; though an earth-clogged fancy is laboring with these conceptions , and an earthly hand will write them down , for mortal eyes to read , still their essence flows from as airy a ghost as ever basked in the pale starlight , at twelve o'clock . Judge them not by the gross and heavy form in which they now appear . They may be gross , indeed , with the earthly pollution contracted from the brain , through which they pass ; and heavy with the burden of mortal language , that crushes all the finer intelligences of the soul . This is no fault of mine .