midnight
` If this is death , it is not hard to bear . Your handkerchief drinks up my blood so fast It seems to love it . Threads of my own hair Are woven in it . 'T is the one I cast That midnight from my window , when you stood Alone , and heaven seemed to love you so ! I did not think to wet it with my blood When next I tossed it to my love below . ' CAMILLO -LRB- cherishing her -RRB- . ` Camilla , pity !