Nothing lasts forever, not even the night.

How was it he had never thought of that before?
For in all that long dark night he had been very strong, had never been tired, never felt pain, had run on and on, up and down, up and down; he had not dared to stand still, and he had not known it would end.

He had been so strong, that when he struck his head with all his force upon the stone wall it did not stun him nor pain him--only made him laugh.

That was a dreadful night.
When he clasped his hands frantically and prayed--"O God, my beautiful God, my sweet God, once, only once, let me feel you near me tonight!" he could not feel him.

He prayed aloud, very loud, and he got no answer; when he listened it was all quite quiet--like when the priests of Baal cried aloud to their god--"Oh, Baal, hear us! Oh, Baal, hear us! But Baal was gone a-hunting." That was a long wild night, and wild thoughts came and went in it; but they left their marks behind them forever: for, as years cannot pass without leaving their traces behind them, neither can nights into which are forced the thoughts and sufferings of years.