noon
Unbend thy brows ! Night looms between them like a chaos ! ... we will have no more night , I say , but only noon ! ... a long , languorous , lovely noon , flower-girdled and sunbeam-clad ! '' ` With roses , roses , roses crown my head , For my days are few ! And remember , sweet , when I am dead , That my heart was true ! ' '' Singing unsteadily , with the empty goblet upside-down in his hand , he looked up laughing , -- his bright eyes flashing with a wild feverish fire , his fair hair tossed back from his brows and entangled in a half-crushed wreath of vine-leaves , -- his rich garments disordered , his whole demeanor that of one possessed by a semi-delirium of sensuous pleasure ... when all at once , meeting Lysia 's keen glance , he started as though he had been suddenly stabbed , -- the goblet fell from his clasp , and a visible shudder ran through his strong , supple frame .