noon
They lay , like the reflection of leaves which , fluttering free in the sweet winds , let fall to the earth wan resemblances . Imponderous , dark ghosts , wandering ones chained to the ground , they had no hope of any Lovely City , nor knew whence they had come . Men cast them on the pavements and marched on . They did not in Universal Brotherhood clasp their shadows to sleep within their hearts -- for the sun was not then at noon , when no man has a shadow . ' '' As those words of swan song died away he swayed and trembled , and suddenly disappeared below the sight-line , as if he had sat down . The little model took his place in the open window . She started at seeing Hilary ; then , motionless , stood gazing at him .