noon
Their bandaged faces were lifted and they stared towards the pylon top as though their vision pierced the cloths . The blind man , too , stared upward , and his pale lips moved , but no sound came from them . Now at the foot of the pylon lay a little rim of shadow . Thinner and thinner it grew as the moments crept on towards the perfect noon . Now there was but a line , and now the line was gone , for the sun 's red disc burned high in the blue heaven straight above the pylon brow . Then suddenly and from afar there came a faint sweet sound of singing , and at the first note of the sound a great sigh went up through the quiet air , from all the multitude without . Those who were near the Wanderer sighed also , and their lips and fingers twitched , and he himself sighed , though he knew not why .