midnight
Appear ! ` Ye are come ! Hear me ! ` A Roman bore from Britons ' land , stole from thence with artful wiles , a maiden blessed with rarest beauty -- cheeks of olive , raven hair , eyes of darkest midnight hue , soul as pure as the morning light . He took her to Sidon . He left her -- he left her and her child . Troop your way with speed to Sidon .