noon
` Tho ' dark and chill The night be still , A light comes up for me : In eastern skies My star doth rise , And fortune dawns for me . ` And proud and bold , My way I hold ; For o'er me high I see , In night 's deep blue , My star shine true , And fortune beams on me . ` Now onward still , Thro ' dark and chill , My lonely way must be ; In vain regret , My star will set , And fortune 's dark for me . ` And whether glad , Or proud , or sad , Or howsoe'er I be ; In dawn or noon , Or setting soon , My star , I 'll follow thee . ' And so there was a pause and a silence . In the silvery notes of the singer there was the ring of a prophecy ; and Toole half read its meaning . And himself loving a song , and being soft over his music , he remained fixed for a few seconds , and then sighed , smiling , and dried his light blue eyes covertly ; and he praised the song and singer briskly ; and sighed again , with his fingers on the stem of his glass .