midnight
`` Last night I dreamed about you . It was so real and your voice sounded so clearly , crying to me , that you have been with me all day . I wonder if while we sleep , we whose souls would struggle to meet through eternity , if through the walls of space they may not find each other , and speak to each other through our dreams . It is midnight here now , and you are just waking , perhaps , or just sleeping that sleep of early morning wherein the soul sinks to unknown depths . Oh -- oh -- oh , if I could but speak to you there , my dear ! I am going to sit here and close my eyes and try . '' The next letter in the exhibit was written six weeks later and is dated February 12 , 1904 .