I heard the sighing of the reedsAt noontide and at evening,And some old dream I had forgottenI seemed to be remembering.
Vain is the hope by colouring to display The bright effulgence of the noontide ray Or paint the full-orb'd ruler of the skies With pencils dipt in dull terrestrial dyes.
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups, the little children's dower.
There shall be no more snow No weary noontide heat, So we lift our trusting eyes From the hills our Fathers trod: To the quiet of the skies: To the Sabbath of our God.felicia hemans
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night. Princes have but their titles for their glories, An outward honour for an inward toil; And, for unfelt imagination, They often feel a world of restless cares: So that, between their titles and low name, There's nothing differs but the outward fame.
It is said that each day recapitulates the history of the world, coming up out of darkness and cold into confused light and beginning warmth, consciousness blinking its eyes somewhere in midmorning, awakening thoughts a jumble of illogic and unattached emotion, and all speeding together toward the order of noontide, the slow, poignant decline of dusk, the mystical vision of twilight, the end of entropy that is night once more.