noon
Three sparkling rivulets flowing from the heights were led across its summit , through great trunks half buried in the thatch ; and emptying into a sculptured channel , running along the eaves , poured over in one wide sheet , plaited and transparent . Received into a basin beneath , they were thence conducted down the vale . The sides of the palace were hedged by Diomi bushes bearing a flower , from its perfume , called Lenora , or Sweet Breath ; and within these odorous hedges , were heavy piles of mats , richly dyed and embroidered . Here lounging of a glowing noon , the plaited cascade playing , the verdure waving , and the birds melodious , it was hard to say , whether you were an inmate of a garden in the glen , or a grotto in the sea . But enough for the nonce , of the House of the Morning . Cross we the hollow , to the House of the Afternoon . The House Of The Afternoon For the most part , the House of the Afternoon was but a wing built against a mansion wrought by the hand of Nature herself ; a grotto running into the side of the mountain .