Noon of night

When full before him, at the noon of night, (The moon was up, and shot a gleamy light) He saw a quire of ladies in a round, That featly footing seem'd to skim the ground;

'Twas now the noon of night, and all was still, Except a hapless Rhymer and his quill.

Of sunken suns at eve – at noon of night, While the moon danc'd with the fair stranger light