the summer midnight
But most likely it was his plain , determined way of asking for what he wanted -- an excellent thing with women . But , any way , it is a fact that , before eighteen months had gone by , Sylvanus Cobb was settled in the western midlands of Scotland , with the wife whose tangles of hair were only a trifle less distracting than they used to be between the East Cliff and Tantallon . And this is a true tale . _ Out of the clinging valley mists I stray Into the summer midnight clear and still , And which the brighter is no man may say -- Whether the gold beyond the western hill _ _ Where late the sun went down , or the faint tinge Of lucent green , like sea wave 's inner curve Just ere it breaks , that gleams behind the fringe Of eastern coast . So which doth most preserve _ _ My wistful soul in hope and steadfastness I know not -- all that golden-memoried past So sudden wonderful , when new life ran _ _ First in my veins ; or that clear hope , no less Orient within me , for whose sake I cast All meaner ends into these ground mists wan _ . `` We 've gotten a new kind o ' minister the noo at Cairn Edward , '' said my cousin , Andrew M'Quhirr , to me last Monday . I was down at the Mart , and had done some little business on the Hill .