noon
O day and night ! beneath your glory The crimson flood of life itself has turned to fire ! The rugged brows of those old rocks , storm-rent and hoary , Are quivering in their grim surprise at my desire . The mother earth , throbbing with pain and pleasure , Would sink her voices for the languid noon , But light airs wake a reckless madd ` ning measure , And wavelets dance and sparkle to the tune . And mock the mocking malice of yon day-dimm 'd gibbous moon . * * * * * O day and night ! O day and night !