midday
`` True , that is true . All times are beautiful , all life . The morning , when the cock crows , and the birds twitter , and the children newly washed come out to play in the yard . The day , too , when the sunbeams dance over the floor , and the haymakers come from the fields , with sweat on their brows , home to the midday meal . And the evening , when the shadows lengthen , and the cows come home , with their bells tinkling along the fringe of the wood . But there 's nothing can compare with night -- 't is at night we find ourselves , and only then . '' `` Find ourselves ... ? ''