noon
Methought he had a devilish look ! I could have slain him ! Thus did the Vision leave me ; and many a doleful day succeeded to the parting moment . By the spring , and in the wood , and on the hill , and through the village ; at dewy sunrise , burning noon , and at that magic hour of sunset , when she had vanished from my sight , I sought her , but in vain . Weeks came and went , months rolled away , and she appeared not in them . I imparted my mystery to none , but wandered to and fro , or sat in solitude , like one that had caught a glimpse of heaven , and could take no more joy on earth . I withdrew into an inner world , where my thoughts lived and breathed , and the Vision in the midst of them .