noon
The cry of chaos lingers , and the story of creation is repeated in each life history . The cry meets with no response , but instead , relentlessly , surely , aye , and most mercifully , the facts and events group themselves about the cowering spirit , that before Love celestial Light may arise . It is a terrible destiny , devised by a God , and only possible in its severity for creatures to whom it has been declared , `` Behold , ye are gods ! '' At noon Atmâ rested beside a pool . It was a sequestered spot surrounded by thickets . The rushes grew rank and tall on the margin and in the water . The soft cooing of the doves hidden in the wood broke the stillness .