midnight
Bottomless bogs of black peat-water were on each side of him , but he had neither fear nor hesitation . He walked like one who knew his way was ordered , and when the moss was passed , he pursued his journey over the rocky moor with the same untiring speed . Now and then he sang a few lines , and now and then he lifted his cap , and stood still to listen to the larks . For the larks sing at midnight in the Shetland summer , and to the music of their heaven-soaring songs he set one sweet name , and in the magical radiance over land and sea had that momentary vision of a beloved face which the second-sight of Memory sometimes grants to a pure , unselfish love . Then with a joyful song nestling in his heart , he went rapidly forward . And the night was as the day , for the moon was full and the rosy spears of the Aurora were charging the zenith from every point of the horizon . Very early he came to a little town .