midnight
Farewell , dreamer , -- waking or sleeping ! Your brightest dreams are fled ; your mind grows too hard and cold for a spiritual guest to enter ; you are earthly , too , and have all the sins of earth . The ghost will visit you no more . But where is the maiden , holy and pure , though wearing a form of clay , that would have me bend over her pillow at midnight , and leave a blessing there ? With a silent invocation , let her summon me . Shrink not , maiden , when I come ! In life , I was a high-souled youth , meditative , yet seldom sad , full of chaste fancies , and stainless from all grosser sin .