midnight
I entered this room a heart-broken man . I felt my pulse throb fearfully , a gasping sensation was in my throat , my head swam round , and I clung to the wall for support . The next thing of which I have any recollection , was the dawn of reason breaking through my troubled dreams . It was midnight -- all was still . The fitful lamp shone dimly through my chamber . I turned on my side -- and , oh ! by its light , I saw the face I most loved -- that face , whose gentle lineaments , were each deeply and separately engraven on my heart .