noon
... thy laughter kills , 't is true , but thy frown doth torture spirits after death ! Unbend thy brows ! Night looms between them like a chaos ! ... we will have no more night , I say , but only noon ! ... a long , languorous , lovely noon , flower-girdled and sunbeam-clad ! '' ` With roses , roses , roses crown my head , For my days are few ! And remember , sweet , when I am dead , That my heart was true ! ' ''