Noon
No more would her sweet smile light his home ; no more her voice call his name in those tender tones , that had so often been music to his ears ; no more could they walk or sit in the moonlight and converse . Was it really true ? Had Alice gone , or was it not all a troubled dream ? Noon came , and his brow became more fevered . But there was no soft hand to soothe the pain away . Night came , and still he sat and mourned ; and then the sound of voices reached his ears . He roused himself to meet the friends and relations of his dear departed one , and then all seemed vague , indefinite and dreamlike .