midnight
They laid him in a marble tomb , With all that wealth could show ; But deeply in their castled home Dark rolled the tide of woe . Picture No . II . The midnight moon , with pallid beams , From eastern sky again Look 'd forth , and shed her fitful gleams On mountain , hill and plain . And far upon the moaning sea , She threw her mellow light ; And tossing waves , and heaving spray , Were gemm 'd with diamonds bright . But oft a fitful shadow came , And rested like a shroud ; For , o'er her bright and tranquil face ; Stole many a passing cloud . The night winds moan 'd , and plaintive sigh 'd , O'er mountain , sea and vale , And whistled round a lowly cot , Where sat a mother , pale .