midnight
He was tired and soon fell asleep with the night breeze stirring his hair , and the glamour of moonlight flooding the lake touched his face . Clearly it etched the strong , manly features , the fine brow and chin , and painted in unusual tenderness the soft lines around the mouth . The little owl wavered its love story , a few frogs were piping , and the Harvester lay breathing the perfumed spring air deeply and evenly . Near midnight Belshazzar awakened him by arising from the bedside and walking to the door . `` What is it , Bel ? '' inquired the Harvester . The dog whined softly .