noon
The sky , with its vast canopy of blue overhead , was also theirs to enjoy . The park walls could not enclose it , their eyes could ever revel in its beauty , and it entered into the joy of their life , at daytime with its triumphal sun , at night with its golden rain of stars . At every moment of the day it delighted them afresh , its expression ever varying . In the early morning it was pale as a maiden just risen from her slumber ; at noon , it was flushed , radiant as with a longing for fruitfulness , and in the evening it became languid and breathless , as after keen enjoyment . Its countenance was constantly changing . Particularly in the evenings , at the hour of parting , did it delight them . The sun , hastening towards the horizon , ever found a fresh smile .