noon
Let me say only , that in Ligeia 's more than womanly abandonment to a love , alas ! all unmerited , all unworthily bestowed , I at length recognized the principle of her longing with so wildly earnest a desire for the life which was now fleeing so rapidly away . It is this wild longing -- it is this eager vehemence of desire for life -- but for life -- that I have no power to portray -- no utterance capable of expressing . At high noon of the night in which she departed , beckoning me , peremptorily , to her side , she bade me repeat certain verses composed by herself not many days before . I obeyed her . -- They were these : Lo ! ` tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years !