midnight
Ethelind of the white shoulder ! Ah ! why had not I lived in those days ; or why might not some magic cause them to live again for me ? Then would I seek this street at midnight , and standing here beneath her window , I would lightly touch the strings of my bandore until the casement opened cautiously and she looked down . A sweet vision indeed ! And what prevented my realizing it ? Only a matter of a couple of centuries or so .