midnight
And on the eastern horizon -- O wondrous sight to me ! -- the black pall has lifted a little from the tumbling waters , leaving a band of yellow moonlight with one green-flashing star . Reaching my berth once more , the terror and delight of that last glimpse is upon me . In that strange yellow rift at midnight , backing the world of dark chaos , that star of palest green , I feel a thrill of the superhuman sense which renders Turner inexplicable to Balham , and stabs the soul with demoniac joy in the Steersman 's Song . One Bell , and the pen drops from my fingers . And so , until the day break and the shadows flee away , I shall be at my post . And in the morning there will be more to tell .