Noon

Definition and stakes

Portrait of Donald Grant Mitchell Donald Grant Mitchell,  Reveries of a Bachelor; or, A Book of the Heart

“ The morning breeze has died upon the meadow; the Bob-o’-Lincoln sits swaying on the willow tufts—singing no longer. The trees lean to the brook; but the shadows fall straight and dense upon the silver stream.
Noon has broken into the middle sky, and Morning is gone.
II
NOON The noon is short; the sun never loiters on the meridian, nor does the shadow on the old dial by the garden stay long at XII. The present, like the noon, is only a point, and a point so fine that it is not measurable by the grossness of action. Thought alone is delicate enough to tell the breadth of the present.
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Source: Gutenberg

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