noon
I have loved thee ; and in my days both of happiness and sorrow I have peopled your solitudes with wild fancies of my own creation . The woods , and lakes , and mountains which I have loved , have for me a thousand associations ; and thou , oh , Sun ! hast smiled upon , and borne your part in many imaginations that sprung to life in my soul alone , and which will die with me . Your solitudes , sweet land , your trees and waters will still exist , moved by your winds , or still beneath the eye of noon , though -LSB- 83 -RSB- -LSB- w -RSB- hat I have felt about ye , and all my dreams which have often strangely deformed thee , will die with me . You will exist to reflect other images in other minds , and ever will remain the same , although your reflected semblance vary in a thousand ways , changeable as the hearts of those who view thee . One of these fragile mirrors , that ever doted on thine image , is about to be broken , crumbled to dust . But everteeming Nature will create another and another , and thou wilt loose nought by my destruction .