Midnight
At this very moment it pleased heaven that Katherine , sitting on the terrace and smiling at the adoration in Noel le Jolys ' eyes , seemed to find the air she sought and began to sing . The tune was quaint and plaintive , tender as an ancient lullaby , the words were the words of the tortured poet , and as he heard them a new hope seemed to come into his heart . `` Life is unstable , Love may uphold ; Fear goes in sable , Courage in gold . Mystery covers Midnight and noon , Heroes and lovers Cry for the moon . '' `` Well , '' said the king ; `` you cried for the moon ; I give it to you . '' `` And I take it at your hands ! '' Villon thundered .