midnight
For a long time we spoke no word . 'T was as if our hearts were too full for utterance , our happiness too vast for expression . Yet , O , the sweetness of that silence ! The darkling gloom had silvered into lustrous light , the birds were beginning again their mad midnight melodies . Then , suddenly turning a bend in the narrow trail , a blaze of glory leapt upon our sight . `` Look , Berna , '' I cried . The swelling river was a lake of saffron fire ; the hills a throne of rosy garnet ; the sky a dazzling panoply of rubies , girdled with flames of gold .