noon
`` Shall we then , my lord ? '' `` Lead on , old man ! We will e ` en see this wondrous isle . '' So , guided by the venerable stranger , by noon we descried an island blooming with bright savannas , and pensive with peaceful groves . Wafted from this shore , came balm of flowers , and melody of birds : a thousand summer sounds and odors . The dimpled tide sang round our splintered prows ; the sun was high in heaven , and the waters were deep below . `` The land of Love ! ''