noon
And he covered her face , her neck , her shoulders with burning kisses , and cried out in an ecstasy of bliss , `` Oh , my love ! My life ! '' And thus the morning hours died away . And behold , it was noon ! The day and their love stood still together . The glamour of the day , the resistless force of their masterful love that seemed to them so unlike all other loves of which they had ever heard or dreamed , held them in a transport of delight that could only manifest itself in strange , bitter-sweet caresses , in incoherent murmurings . This , then , was love !