midnight
I know my work is in the end as honourable and more useful than yours , but I can not always keep back a jealous feeling when I think of the years sliding by , and nothing done . Nothing ever finished , not even -- but there ! That chapter of my life is finished and done with , incomplete as the story will be always . Often and often , under the stars at midnight , I think that if she would stand by me , I could be nearer success -- I could take hold of life and wrench away the difficulties of it . And then again comes a more valiant , manly mood . I say to myself , I will do something yet . I will reach the heights , and show her that one man at least can stand on his own feet .