midnight
It arouses him , Heard far aloof ! He laughs on us hammering The sword , the clear harness of iron , Armipotent paramour o ' Venus . -- -- Red glows the charcoal . Bend to the task , my boys , Time flies apace , and speedily night cometh , When we no more may ply the anvil ; Fate cometh eke , i ' the murky midnight . Mark ye the pines , which rooted i ' rocky ground , -LRB- 17 -RRB- Brave Euroclydon 's onset at evening . Day dawns . The tree , which stood the tallest , Preeminent i ' the leafy greenwood , Now lies the lowest .