noon
Look not upon me because I am black , because the sun hath looked upon me . My mother 's children were angry with me : they made me the keeper of the vineyards , but mine own vineyard have I not kept . Tell me , O thou whom my soul loveth ! where thou feedest , where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon : for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions ? -RSB- She laid down her pen , and was thoughtful ; her elbow resting on the escritoire she wrote upon , her hand supporting her head . May I look over you , my dear ? said her aunt , stepping to her ; and , taking up the paper , read it , and took it out of the closet with her , unopposed ; her gentle bosom only heaving sighs .