midnight
It was the old story of suffering with me , only more intense than before . The day was dreary , and the night stormy . `` Call her , '' said my heart ; but my conscience resisted . I was lying on the floor of my room one midnight , with my face to the ground , when suddenly I heard a low , sweet , strange voice singing somewhere . The moment I became aware that I heard it I felt as if I had been listening to it unconsciously for some minutes past . I lay still , either charmed to stillness , or fearful of breaking the spell . As I lay , I was lapt in the folds of a waking dream .