midnight
Mary , '' he continued , going to the bed-side , `` what was the message that the angel told you ? '' `` It was in the unknown tongue , '' said Mary . `` I understood it in my sleep , but since I awoke it has all passed from my memory . '' Then laughing in her delirium , she burst out singing : His voice was like the midnight wind That ushers in the storm , When the thunder mutters far behind On the dark clouds onward borne ; When the trees are bending to its breath , The waters plashing high , And nature crouches pale as death Beneath the lurid sky . 'T was in such tones he spake to me , So awful and so dread ; If thou would ` st read the mystery , Those tones will wake the dead . * * * * * `` She is mad ! '' muttered Godfrey , resuming his seat at the table .