midnight
-- too well I know , Not even thy Clare can peace bestow , While falsehood stains thy name : Go then to fight ! Clare bids thee go ! Clare can a warrior 's feelings know , And weep a warrior 's shame ; Buckle the spurs upon thy heel , And belt thee with thy brand of steel , And send thee forth to fame ! ' '' At midnight , the slumbering moon-beams lay on rock and wave . Silvery light fell through every loop-hole and embrasure . In the witching hour two priests , the Lady Clare , Ralph de Wilton , and Douglas , Lord of Tantallon , stood before the altar of the chapel . De Wilton knelt , and when Clare had bound on sword and belt , Douglas laid on the blow , exclaiming as it fell : '' ` I dub thee knight .