“There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,And evening full of the linnet's wings.”

“The Lake Isle of InnisfreeI will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,And live alone in the bee-loud glade.And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,And evening full of the linnet’s wings.I will arise and go now, for always night and dayI hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,I hear it in the deep heart’s core.”

“The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.”

“I am the sunrise of sunsets, and I make love like noon at midnight.”

“Ha! What news here? Is the day out a' th' socketThat it is noon at midnight? The court up?”

“Forneus glared at us from the driver's seat with eyes glowing with the promise of purple vengeance.”