noon
It constitutes half its joy . Dear me ! I would not exchange the privilege of doing as I please for the emperorship of the celestial realms . '' But , pleasant as were my noon rests , my homeward walks were pleasanter still . The dream-girl , after being awake for long hours to the practical duties of life , loved to ramble alone , till she felt herself involved in the soft haziness of thought , which was to the soul what the blue mistiness was to the distant hills . I could wander then alone to the churchyard , and yield myself unmolested to the sacred influences of memory . Do you remember my asking Richard Clyde to plant a white rose by my mother 's grave ?