the hour of two
She must have spread her tired limbs on the bed , limp after her struggles , and be asleep . I will leave a kiss on her forehead without waking her -- that shall be the flower-offering of my worship . I believe I could forget everything after death -- all my mistakes , all my sufferings -- but some vibration of the memory of that kiss would remain ; for the wreath which is being woven out of the kisses of many a successive birth is to crown the Eternal Beloved . As the gong of the watch rang out , sounding the hour of two , my sister-in-law came into the room . `` Whatever are you doing , brother dear ? '' -LSB- 16 -RSB- she cried . `` For pity 's sake go to bed and stop worrying so .