midnight
And she turned her face toward mine . `` I 'm just yours for the asking , Jock . '' I drew her to me , and we kissed each other beneath the starlit blue , with the sea wind blowing our hair and the gipsy singing coming , in broken bits of melody , up through the gorse and heather . I made a song of it after , in my limping verse , which Nancy found one day , and laughed at , I remember : The gipsies are out , I can see their lights moving , Race answers to race , ` neath the stars and the blue ; They are living and laughing and mating and loving , As I stand in the midnight with you , love , with you ! There was no sleep for me that night , and I lay awake till the clear day , watching the gulls fly across the window and waiting the time when I might see her once again . Early as it was when I arose , the wee bit lassie who brought me the hot water said in answer to my inquiry that the other gentlemen had been gone since the daybreak , and declining her offer of breakfasting in my room , I went down to the spence , hoping that Marian might be there before me . I found the room empty , however , save for Dame Dickenson , who had spread a table for me between the fire and the window , through which I could see the waves curl on the lower beach and the sunshine break into flying sparks over the fine blue sea .