noons
Not a face passed by , but smiled ; mocking-birds perched on the boughs ; and singing , made us vow the woods were warbling forth thanksgiving , with a thousand throats ! The stalwart yeomen grinned beneath their trenchers , heaped with citrons pomegrantes , grapes ; the pages tittered , pouring out the wine ; and all the lords loud laughed , smote their gilded spears , and swore the isle was glad . Such the isle , in which we tarried ; but in our rambles , found no Yillah . Some Pleasant , Shady Talk In The Groves , Between My Lords Abrazza And Media , Babbalanja , Mohi , And Yoomy Abrazza had a cool retreat -- a grove of dates ; where we were used to lounge of noons , and mix our converse with the babble of the rills ; and mix our punches in goblets chased with grapes . And as ever , King Abrazza was the prince of hosts . `` Your crown , '' he said to Media ; and with his own , he hung it on a bough . `` Be not ceremonious : '' and stretched his royal legs upon the turf .