noon
You will not wonder when you see her . She is as blonde as the dawn and as pure as a pearl . It seems to me that I have never loved any woman at all in my life before . To love her is like plunging one 's hand in cool spring-water on a midsummer noon . She is such repose ; such innocence ; such holiness ! In the midst of this crowded , over-colored , vulgar London life -- for it is very vulgar at its highest -- she seems like some angel of purity . I saw her first standing with a knot of roses in her hand under a cedar-tree , at one of their afternoon clubs on the river .