noon
-- The gloom has gathered into a darkness that may be felt ; and seeing nothing , I would stretch forth my hands to feel if there is anything within my mind to stay my soul upon . But , alas ! in a deep sorrow , how little do mental acquisitions avail ! All the beautiful systems and theories that delighted my intelligence , and filled my thought in my noon of hope and life , have sunk into darkness . How is this ? Sometimes I think that all light comes through the heart into the mind ; and when love is quenched , behold , there is only darkness ; the beauty and life and joy are gone . Ah , woe is me !