noon
The love I had dreamed of was blotted out from the world , and might never be restored ; my heart might be lonely , my life be an exile 's . My reason might , at last , give way before the spectres which awed my senses , or the sorrow which stormed my heart . But here at least was a monument of my rational thoughtful Me , -- of my individualized identity in multiform creation . And my mind , in the noon of its force , would shed its light on the earth when my form was resolved to its elements . Alas ! in this very yearning for the Hereafter , though but the Hereafter of a Name , could I see only the craving of Mind , and hear not the whisper of Soul ! The avocation of a colonist , usually so active , had little interest for me .