midnight
I remember that night so well ! I can recall it now with a calmness equal to its own . Indeed in my memory it seems to belong to my mind as much as to the outer world ; or rather the night filled both , forming the space in which my thoughts moved , as well as the space in which the brilliant thread of the sun-lighted crescent hung clasping the earth-lighted bulk of the moon . I wandered in the grass until midnight was long by , feeling as quietly and peacefully at home as if my head had been on the pillow and my soul out in a lovely dream of cool delight . We lose much even by the good habits we form . What tender and glorious changes pass over our sleeping heads unseen ! What moons rise and set in rippled seas of cloud , or behind hills of stormy vapour , while we are blind !