noon
The dainty loose gown covered any angle that might have proved unlovely , and Joan was at one of her rarely beautiful moments . She stood at ease while the first notes were played -- she appeared suddenly detached , and then she sang . It was an old English ballad , quaint and rollicking : `` I 'll sail upon the Dog-star , I 'll sail upon the Dog-star , And then pursue the morning And then pursue , and then pursue the morning . `` I 'll chase the moon , till it be noon , I 'll chase the moon , till it be noon , But I 'll make her leave her horning . `` I 'll climb the frosty mountain , I 'll climb the frosty mountain , And there I 'll coin the weather . `` I 'll tear the rainbow from the sky And tie both ends together . '' The ringing girlish voice rose high and true and clear .