noon
The nimbus was so apparent . Yet no one seemed to see it but me . I have heard her scolded as though she were any ordinary earthly housemaid , and I have seen the butcher 's boy trying to flirt with her without a touch of reverence . Maybe I understood because I saw her in that early hour of the morning when even the stony Memnon sings , in that mystical light of the young day when divine exiled things , condemned to rough bondage through the noon , are for a short magical hour their own celestial selves , their unearthly glory as yet unhidden by any earthly disguise . Neither fairies nor fauns , dryads nor nymphs of the forest pools , have really passed away from the world . You have only to get up early enough to meet them in the meadows . They rarely venture abroad after six .