morning, noon
Tenderly he selects a shining tress , -- a very small one , so loath is he , even for his own benefit , to lessen the glory of her hair , -- and , severing it , consigns it to the back case of his watch . `` That is a good place to keep it , '' she says , with an upward glance that permits him to see the love that lives for him in her dewy eyes . `` At least every night when you wind your watch you must think of me . '' `` I shall think of you morning , noon , and night , for that matter . '' `` And I , -- when shall I think of you ? And yet of what avail ? '' cries she , in despair ; `` all our thought will be of no use .