noon
His home-nest was close to the ground , but the lower one is , the less fear of falling ; and in woods , the elevation at which you sleep is a matter of taste , and not of expense or gentility . He awoke to life when the wood was dressed in the pale fresh green of early summer ; and believing , like other folk , that his own home was at least the principal part of the world , earth seemed to him so happy and so beautiful an abode , that his heart felt ready to burst with joy . The ecstasy was almost pain , till wings and a voice came to him . Then , one day , when , after a grey morning , the sun came out at noon , drawing the scent from the old pine that looks in at my bedroom window , his joy burst forth , after long silence , into song , and flying upwards , he sat on the topmost branch of the pine , and sang as loud as he could sing to the sun and the blue sky . '' ` Joy ! joy ! ' he sang .