noon
` The radiant morn hath passed away , And spent too soon her golden store ; The shadows of departing day -- ' '' `` And then -- suddenly , Jane -- I SAW it , pictured in sound ! Just as I used to SEE a sunset , in light and shadow , and then transfer it to my canvas in shade and colour,-so I heard a SUNSET in harmony , and I felt the same kind of tingle in my fingers as I used to feel when inspiration came , and I could catch up my brushes and palette . So I played the sunset . And then I got the theme for life fading , and what one feels when the glorious noon is suddenly plunged into darkness ; and then the prayer . And then , I HEARD a vision of heaven , where evening shadows never fall : And after that came the end ; just certainty , and worship , and peace . You see the eventual theme , worked out of all this . It was like making studies for a picture .