noon
For the foe With fiery breath , At a blow , Is still in death . Gently , horse ! Tread fearlessly ; ` Tis his corse That burdens thee . The sun 's eye Is fierce at noon ; Thou and I Will rest full soon . And new strength New work will meet ; Till , at length , Long rest is sweet . And now horse and rider had arrived near enough for me to see , fastened by the long neck to the hinder part of the saddle , and trailing its hideous length on the ground behind , the body of a great dragon . It was no wonder that , with such a drag at his heels , the horse could make but slow progress , notwithstanding his evident dismay .