noon
We have discovered in each other that world that was long lost to our eyes ; we can not lose it again ; death only can separate us ! '' `` Ah , death ! '' said Constance , shuddering . `` Do not recoil at that word , my Constance , for we are yet in the noon of life ; why bring , like the Egyptian , the spectre to the feast ? And , after all , if death come while we thus love , it is better than change and time -- better than custom which palls -- better than age which chills . Oh ! '' continued Godolphin , passionately , `` oh !