noon
The names of the masters who upreared the pile of magnificence for centuries and peopled it with statues are lost . The ivy creeps over their conceptions in stone and marble , and the traveller exclaims in awe , ` Can it be that all this glory was created for destruction ? ' -LSB- Illustration : PALACE AT HEIDELBERG . -RSB- `` We visited the castle at noon . A ruin green with ivy rose before us . The sunlight fell through the open doorways , and the swallows flitted in and out of the window-frames into roofless chambers . `` I was dreaming of the past : of the counts-palatine of the Rhine , of stately dames , orange-gardens , and splendid festivals , when one of the boys recalled my thoughts to the present . ''