midnight
Far nobler than the work of the brilliant tempest , which moved but to destroy . '' The scene changed once more . I was back again from the land of dreams and similitudes . It was midnight , and the moon was shining in a cloudless sky . I arose , and going to the window , sat and looked forth , musing upon my dream . All was hushed as if I were out in the fields , instead of in the heart of a populous city . Soon came the sound of footsteps , heavy and measured , and the watchman passed on his round of duty .