midnights
`` It is delightful ! Ah , I do not wonder you love this morning hour , when beauty reigns supreme , before the toil and moil of the world has begun . It stirs one 's heart to worship . And yet we , senseless creatures , dance through starry midnights in hot rooms , and waste such heavenly hours in stupid slumber . Do you wonder that I am tired of it all ? '' `` Papa , papa ! '' Cecil comes dancing like a sprite of the morning , and clasping his hand , springs upon his knee , burying her face in his beard , her soft lips sweet with kisses .