midnight
-- but had she then grown taller since her malady ? What inexpressible madness seized me with that thought ? One bound , and I had reached her feet ! Shrinking from my touch , she let fall from her head , unloosened , the ghastly cerements which had confined it , and there streamed forth , into the rushing atmosphere of the chamber , huge masses of long and dishevelled hair ; it was blacker than the raven wings of the midnight ! And now slowly opened the eyes of the figure which stood before me . `` Here then , at least , '' I shrieked aloud , `` can I never -- can I never be mistaken -- these are the full , and the black , and the wild eyes -- of my lost love -- of the lady -- of the LADY LIGEIA . '' Itself , by itself , solely , one everlasting , and single .