O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
A rare experience of a moment at daybreak, when something in nature seems to reveal all consciousness, cannot be explained at noon. Yet it is part of the day's unity.
Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.
I like to start my day after noon. I'm not a morning person at all!
The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.
I've always thought 'Today' is an iconic staple of morning life.
In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.
Even though it was six o'clock, there was no sense of approaching dawn.
I'm a very early riser, and I don't like to miss that beautiful early morning light.
To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon.