midnight
And what is that world which you say is at my feet ? Where is it to-night ? Where was it when the tempest made it doubtful whether we should ever see this new year ? Here I am in the solemn midnight , and upon this desolate mountain . It is not the softness of a summer night to which we are exposed ; it is midwinter . And yet I am certain that there is not a queen on the earth as happy as I am . But what part has that world to which you refer had in making me happy ?