midnight
One knows everything that goes on in the woods . One looks up at the sky : the stars move , you look at them and find out from them how the time goes . One looks round -- the wood is rustling ; one goes on waiting , now there comes a crackling -- a boar comes to rub himself ; one listens to hear the young eaglets screech and then the cocks give voice in the village , or the geese . When you hear the geese you know it is not yet midnight . And I know all about it ! Or when a gun is fired somewhere far away , thoughts come to me . One thinks , who is that firing ?