noon
A man must either believe what he sees , or see what he believes ; I know no other course . Why , too , should I mistrust the bounty of the present merely for the scarcity of the past ? Not I ! I rode on , and it seemed had advanced but a few miles before the sun stood overhead , and it was noon . We were growing weary , I think , of sheer delight : Rosinante , with her mild face beneath its dark forelock gazing this side , that side , at the uncustomary landscape ; and I ever peering forward beneath my hat in eagerness to descry some living creature a little bigger than these conies and squirrels , to prove me yet in lands inhabited . But the sun was wheeling headlong , and the stillness of late afternoon on the woods , when , dusty and parched and heavy , we came to a break in the thick foliage , and presently to a green gate embowered in box . _ Thou art so true , that thoughts of thee suffice To make dreams truth , and fables histories .