midnight
'T is for this I -- '' `` Wait ! '' says I , fronting her all shamefaced . `` I do love you so greatly I would not have you dream me better than I am ! So now must I tell you this ... I stole to you once ... at midnight ... you were asleep , the moonlight all about you and looked like an angel of God . '' And now it was my turn to stare up at the moon whiles I waited miserably enough for her answer . `` And when you went away , Martin , '' says she at last , `` when I heard you striding to and fro , out here beneath God 's stars , I knew that yours was the greatest , noblest love in all the world . '' `` You -- saw me ? ''