midnight
Reality goes beyond the wildest imaginings of romance , -- beyond the majestic sweep of human genius . Eye hath not seen , nor ear heard , nor imagination conceived , the wild extent to which the passions of man may go . The empire of passion is veiled , and its battle ground is secret Who beheld the interview in the library , which I have just described ? Who saw him kneeling at his mother 's feet at the midnight hour ? Or who witnessed our scenes of agony and reconciliation in the palace walls of our winter home ? Ah ! the world sees only the surface of the great deep of the heart .