noon
Darling , darling , I am here , I hold your hand , do n't let me go ! ... Now it is not quite yet the hour , spring hardly shows the end of his icy nose ... '' `` Like yours , '' said Luce . `` Very soon we shall awake on a fine summer 's day ... '' `` We ourselves shall be that fine day of summer , '' says Luce . `` The warm shade of the limetrees , the sun through the branches , the bees that sing ... '' `` The peach on the warm wall and its perfumed pulp ... '' `` The noon spell of the harvesters and their golden sheaves ... '' `` The lazy cattle that chew their cud ... '' `` And at evensong , by the sunset like a flowerset pool , the liquid light that runs across the tops of the fields ... '' `` Yes , we shall be everything , '' quoth Luce , `` everything that is good and sweet to see and to have , to kiss and to eat , to touch and inhale ... . What 's left over we shall leave to them , '' she added , pointing to the city and its smoke wreaths . She laughed . Then , kissing her friend , she said : `` We have chanted our little duet well .