Thus night after night passed away.

I should have died but for this.

Every night the conviction returned, that I was free.
Every morning I sat wretchedly disconsolate.

At length, when the course of the moon no longer permitted her beams to touch me, the night was dreary as the day.
When I slept, I was somewhat consoled by my dreams; but all the time I dreamed, I knew that I was only dreaming.

But one night, at length, the moon, a mere shred of pallor, scattered a few thin ghostly rays upon me; and I think I fell asleep and dreamed.