midnight
How can I make clear a love that grew strong and passionately demanding , knew delicate coquetries of advance and evasion , intimacy of minds like the meeting of eyes in understanding -- all in the dark ? The blind might comprehend . But the blind have a physical communication we had not ; touch has enchantments of its own . Every night , near midnight , I switched off the lights and waited in the chair at my writing-table , where I was accustomed to work . If she had not come by two o'clock , I learned to know she would not visit me that night . I might sleep in that certainty . A strange tryst I kept there in the dark ; listening to the flow of the waterfall from the lake , loud in that dead hour 's stillness , or hearing the soft , incessant sounds of insect life awake in trees and fields .