midnight
I leaned on my oars in the midst of the deep sea , and seemed to hear , as it were , the mighty shout of Space . Faint and enormous beams of light trembled through the sky . And once I surprised a shadow as of wings sweeping darkly across , star on to glittering star , shaking the air , stilling the sea with the cold dews of night . So rowing , so resting , I passed the mark of midnight . Weariness began to steal over me . Between sleep and wake I heard strange cries across the deep . The thin silver of the old moon ebbed into the east .