noon
she wanted to know , and there was no oracle . All the while the world of intangibilities was growing , growing as only that world can grow from the abysmal silence of life that went before . St. George was saying to himself that at last the _ Here _ and the _ Now _ were infinitely desirable ; and as for the fear for the morrow , what was that beside the promise of the days beyond ? At noon they all climbed the Obelisk Tower with its ceiling of carved leaves above carved leaves , and the real heavens a little farther up . They leaned on the broad wall , cut by mock bastions and faced the glory of the sunny , trembling sea , starred with the dipping wings of gulls . Blue sky , blue sea , eyes that saw looks that eyes did not know they gave -- ah , what a day it was ! When the rollicking wind told about that , down on the dun earth , surely it echoed their young courage , their young belief in the future , the incorruptibility of their understanding that the future was theirs , under the law .