noon
Was her existence absorbed in nature 's loveliest phenomenon , and did her pure frame dissolve away in the varied light ? Yet I would not despair of her return , for , robed in the rainbow , she was the emblem of Hope . Thus did the vision leave me , and many a doleful day succeeded to the parting moment . By the spring and in the wood and on the hill and through the village , at dewy sunrise , burning noon , and at that magic hour of sunset , when she had vanished from my sight , I sought her , but in vain . Weeks came and went , months rolled away , and she appeared not in them . I imparted my mystery to none , but wandered to and fro or sat in solitude like one that had caught a glimpse of heaven and could take no more joy on earth . I withdrew into an inner world where my thoughts lived and breathed , and the vision in the midst of them .