midnight
`` I thought you might be here , '' he said , taking the place that Lindsay made for him on the seat . Many words were never necessary between them . The moon was full and the sky cloudless , and for some time they sat in silence , yielding to the tranquil loveliness of the scene and to that inner experience of the soul brooding over each , and more inscrutable than the fathomless vault above them . `` I suppose we shall never get used to a midnight that is still and at the same time lustrous , as this is to-night , '' Wayland said . `` The sense of its uniqueness is as fresh whenever it is spread before us as if we had never seen it before . '' It was but a part of what he meant . He was thinking how sorrow , the wide sense of personal loss , was in some way like the pervasiveness , the voiceless speech , of this shadowed radiance around them .