Midnight
Then , from the opposite mists , glided a second canoe ; and beneath the Iris round the moon , shone now another : -- Hautia 's flowery flag ! Vain to wave the sirens off ; so still they came . One waved a plant of sickly silver-green . `` The Midnight Tremmella ! '' cried Yoomy ; `` the falling-star of flowers ! -- Still I come , when least foreseen ; then flee . '' The second waved a hemlock top , the spike just tapering its final point .