noon
Oh , little Tiarella , Thy silence speaks ; No more my foolish question Thy secret seeks . The sunshine on my window Lies all the day . How shouldst thou know that summer Has passed away ? The frost-flake 's icy silver Is dew at noon for thee . O winter sun ! O winter frost , Make summer dews for me ! After reading these over several times , Draxy took out her pencil , and very shyly screening herself from all observation , wrote on the other side of the paper these lines : The Morning Moon .